My teacher Mrs. Johnson has a bushy ponytail that hangs way down to the back
And every time she passes by it gives me a terrible whack!
It flicks me in the eye
Until I feel like I could die.
"Ouch!" Mrs. Johnson, please cut that ponytail
Cause every time you pass by, I feel like I would wail.
I'd love to tell her how I feel
But that I think would be a terrible ordeal.
How do I let her know
That her ponytail hurts me so?
I'm afraid she'll get upset
And throw out the fish I gave her for a pet.
My feelings I need to release
Will someone help me please?
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Monday, January 9, 2012
My Teacher Mrs. Johnson
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Monday, January 9, 2012
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