What else are we, the students (at least the non-annoying, normal ones..), supposed to do but go at you shrieking, swords of heaven blazing, jumping up to defend the honor of the poor souls who have encountered an english teacher and lived to tell the tale? These small poems are the vestiges of their authors' former literary genius (from before they were corrupted by "education"). To arms, my paragons! Let us not stand by, turning our heads away from this demonry! We shall prevail against Our enemies! We shall cut in pieces the cords of the wicked and triumph glitteringly!
p.s. Ms. C-we all know you're like that old lady in that one movie. You know. The one that looks harmless but turns into a bat thing and jumps all over the walls and kills that guy? yeah. that's you.
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