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.....