On the morrow of Monday
My Spanish to be switched
For I had hated Mrs. Bastida
With much and many a bliss
Walked I did
Right out of her class
Walked I did
Simply to make a switch
To my surprise I was obliged
To reconfide with the bristles and brush
To Mrs. Cacase I went!
Will to switch my motive was
To the first day
Let it be to which I sat
At a table with two
People of which
That I thought I only knew
For there was a freshy
Well maybe more than a few
But this freshys eyes
Glittered of acrylic blue
Her hair warped
Whipped as she moved
Like ***** blonde waves
That could warp a schooners powerful colored wood
There she sat
The Lines she drew
Straight to a spiral
Then a colorful a splash to go
Talked she did
Attention only grew
For she bewildered me
Her name was Briana
Briana Dampson was the one I knew.....
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
On the morrow of Monday
My Spanish to be switched
For I had hated Mrs. Bastida
With much and many a bliss
Walked I did
Right out of her class
Walked I did
Simply to make a switch
To my surprise I was obliged
To reconfide with the bristles and brush
To Mrs. Cacase I went!
Will to switch my motive was
To the first day
Let it be to which I sat
At a table with two
People of which
That I thought I only knew
For there was a freshy
Well maybe more than a few
But this freshys eyes
Glittered of acrylic blue
Her hair warped
Whipped as she moved
Like ***** blonde waves
That could warp a schooners powerful colored wood
There she sat
The Lines she drew
Straight to a spiral
Then a colorful a splash to go
Talked she did
Attention only grew
For she bewildered me
Her name was Briana
Briana Dampson was the one I knew.....
I wrote this poem a few years back for a girl I once loved, it made me smile to go back and see myself switch from a teacher I hated to one I loved then found this girl who had crushed me........ Nevertheless I still wrote this for her
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