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Teacher's Lunch

Contributed by desolantdreamer on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 03:54:10 PM in AEST
Topic: limericks



There once was a teacher
I hated this creature
so I came up with a diabolical plan
I would feed her a dinner
That she'd always remember
Oh what a wonderful scheme
There would be spiders and bugs
And all kinds of slugs
So here's how it all began
I'd start with a salad so putrid and vile
You'd swear it was made of vomitous bile
Oh wouldn't it be grand?
Next comes the soup with worms for noodles
And meat made out of little poodles
Then comes the best part
For the main dish I would feed her
A hairy rat from the sewer
Topped with honey and cheese
Then for dessert
She'd hit pay dirt
With an icecream of mud
And slobber galore
Well she won't be teaching me anymore




Copyright © desolantdreamer ... [ 2009-04-23 15:54:10]
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Re: Teacher's Lunch (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 04:18:00 PM AEST
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Gross lol but I think the teacher will find it distasteful that you hate them I'd try to change who your teacher is but that kind of brings it together in the end

other than that it's great
I find it hard to write a poem on a topic given to you but you did a great job
hope to read more soon
-kelly


Re: Teacher's Lunch (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Thursday, 23rd April 2009 @ 05:21:16 PM AEST
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LMAO!! I totally enjoyed this.... Thanks for the smiles... I wouldn't laugh so much if I knew this is how a student thought of me.. after all, I am a teacher myself...
Jenni




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