The Teacher That Was Ms. Crowley

I loathed her.

I saw her dip her tresses in 

darkness,

Her soul was second to bathe in 

it.

Her body was old and as cold as a 

carcass,

And her evil would ne'er 

remit.

I hated 

Ms. Crowley,

Everyone hated 

Ms. Crowley.

She spat as us 

foully,

Her face rather 

jowly!

Her long face was rather

ugly.

She wore tight blouses and her folds fit

snugly!

Every inch of her face was like 

rubber,

Evil hidden beneath her

blubber!

I wallowed in 

sorrow,

Because I had her class

tomorrow!

Upon her head arose two 

devil horns,

Blood sputtered where the flesh had

torn!

And up rose a spaded 

tail 

From that gosh darn vile

whale!

And she carried a pitch 

fork,

That hideous, ungrateful

pork!

And she 

spat,

And jiggled her

fat.

And she 

screamed,

And she 

breathed.

And she 

cried,

And she 

died.

And her body felt colder than ever 

before.

Now Ms. Crowley is nothing 

more

Than thin bones sprawled across the classroom

floor.

Author's Note

The picture is a woman from a newspaper whose eyes I punctured out and whose teeth I colored in with a brown color pencil. Afterward, I drew devil horns and a spaded tail. Eventually, I cut out her mouth. (:

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

yeah you blotted unteachable teacher when you gonna learn that the kids can curse you?I bet you put a hella hex on that old bag with this poem

[Kringefest]

Haha, I bet I did. And thank you for reading!

[Kayja Symphious]

YES! Just...YES!

I smiled so much, while reading this.

It reminds me of my teacher Mrs. Whitlow, or as she was known by all the kids as "Mrs. Bitchlow." She was my 5th grade teacher, and you embodied her here.

All matter of demons exist. Thank you for the great read!

[Kringefest]

Hahah, that's a hilarious nickname! My 6th grade teacher was Mrs. Smail. My class called her "Mrs. Snail" because it sounded quite the same. I thought of her after I had written this... And thank you so much for reading, I appreciate it very much so.

[Kayja Symphious]

HA! Mrs. Snail...Nice!
The pleasure was all mine, and I look forward to reading more of your works. For now I must sleep.

Take care Kringefest.