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Mrs. Abbott's Class
She has lost us,
We're all asleep.
I think she's better,
Then counting sheep.
Words come out,
But never reach our heads,
We would benefit more,
Being in our beds.
There is drool,
All over my book.
Ooh it's nasty,
Come take a look.
She's tax money,
Wisely spent.
It would be better,
Paying a poor persons rent.

 

I just wanted to add that she was a great teacher, I just wrote this in her class, it really wasn't written about her class.