Cellisa Elzy Ms. Nguyen Eng.

IV, 8B 4 October 2013 Essay Poem When I met you, You had a curly bush, But this was not like a Badu bush, Oh no, this was more of a poodle.

Oh how I admired your freckles and skin tags, And pimples and moles, From the top your head to the tip of your toes, You are a know-it-all.

Who knows nothing, Well, nothing must be close to something,

Because after all you are teaching me, But who gave you a degree?

You are so superstitious, It almost makes me sick.

When you ask me questions like, Do you have an attitude, Ms. Lady? I want to say, Are you stupid, Ms. Lumbar? But Ill always keep my composer.

Oh Ms. Lumbar, I take you every day, I love how you make me frustrated, Then, tell me to get out of your face.

The nerve, Or the gall, Since you are my English teacher, Should I thank you after all? Even though I feel like, You fail me just to see me fall.

Ms. Lumbar, I have exactly, 4 months, 23 days, 15 hours, 37 minutes, and 13 seconds, Until I graduate and never see you again, But since I love you so much, Never may be too soon, Im sure you love me as much as I love you, So somewhere in an alternate universe, Deep, deep, deep, down in my soul, I will begin to miss you.