A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 November 2011

Dear Miss Evil Marget

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Ms. Young’s not-so-nice twin,
Dressed in black,
Who passes out steps
While drinking her morning coffee.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Yells at the little things,
Sending kids to the hall,
Appearing once in a blue moon.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Getting headaches from jelly beans,
Black like her garb,
Licorice by the handful.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
Not so fond of nuts
And little noises, along
Those who pick up early.

Dear Miss Evil Margaret,
The grammarian about whom,
Your mother warned you.  

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