Up on the mountain,
All covered with blood,
I shot my poor teacher,
With a 44 slug. (Type of gun)
I shot her with shame,
I shot her with pride,
I couldn't have missed cause she was 40 inch wide.
I went to her funeral,
I danced on her grave,
Some people threw flowers,
I threw a grenade.
I opened her coffin,
She still wasn't dead,
I took out my chainsaw,
And sawed off her head.
Joy to the world my teacher is dead,
I barbaqued her head!
What happend to her body?
I flushed it down the potty,
Round it goes, round it goes,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M. Tan W. L.
m.tan....u have a great skill in poetry and rhymes and is obviously a very intelligent person. i'd love to see what u can write about flowers and beautiful skies. things that inspire and make our days brighter.
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