Mr. Hagg
Oh Mr. Hagg,
You’re such a drag
How can I put up with you?
One day I swear
You’re going to fall
Poof into an oblivious pile of
Butt dust
Eating pie crust
In the Monday dusk
As the pickles overcome
And support an uprising against
All middle school PRE AP English teachers
That smells like …
Whatever you smell like.
Your guts they smell
Like my moldy feet
This isn’t really a bad scent
Unless it is on you
Your hair is stubby
Like your legs
Because you are a short, little…
AHH!!!
You just walked by
You must never know
How much I want to play
Whack the penguin
With your head
Bury you 6…
thousand feet under
ALIVE!!!
With the dirty shovel that digs the ditches
Smack you! I thought with glee
And soon third hour will be free!
You’re going to turn this in to the cops
But it will be so worth it
As long as you know how I feel!
DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!
It wasn't really a good poem but he got me mad. read my blog and it explains it a bit.
