I wrote a poem awhile ago, and I think I shouldn't post it? I don't know, it's pretty tiring to type it down... well I guess I've never heard of copy-paste, but I shall put it down. I'm just confusing you guys, and I'm confusing myself too, I don't know. I should get some sleep soon...
A Poem
She's been our teacher for almost 3 years,
Last year, she was ours and we cried in tears,
An English teacher who likes Mr. Darcy,
And I think we find that a bit fancy.
Ms. Yo is a person you could trust,
She's like someone who could go through your crust.
I love how I could talk to her,
Because talking with her is comfortable like fur.
I have to say,
She made poetry my prey.
I had a new grade during the third quarter,
But I guess when I did that my time was shorter.
I'm guessing I may not be as great as them,
But of course my poems are like a gem.
Unfortunately, it's only those,
Except for my personal narrative that goes with pros.
To the best English teacher,
Thanks for teaching a weird creature.
As life goes on,
You would still be memorable.
Alright, because I need sleep, I shall end it here. For now, au revoir! :)
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