horrible English teacher
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Mrs. Right held my essay
The one I worked on for days
She slashed through it with her bloody sword
Declaired my words dead
Claimed that they made no sense
What she saw were plain words
You're my English teacher, not my father.
You say that you're trying to help but please, don't even bother.
You have good intentions I must say.
But that attitude, at the door it must stay.
