Morning Circle is quite the lame hour
It causes my mouth to go sour
And Than doesn't sit
Next to me, shit!
And I would if I didn't cower
I sit here 'tween Di and rad Gina
They both are gals bright and keen-a
Di has my balm
And Gina is calm
And neither of them are too mean-a
Waldorfian teachers are weird
Even the women have a beard
They all wear purple
And sit in a circle
To sanity none of them neared
I wish next to Than I could sit
The fact I don't like him is bullshit
I want him real bad
His smile makes me glad
And day with him to play cricket
This limerick has gotten so dumb
And my nose is now next to my thumb
Cause I laugh and I sigh
And I wish I could die
When to morn circle I come.
I am the wicked witch of the North
Though truly I was born in the South
When I was young I ventured forth
My heart and my tongue in my mouth
Deep in the South did I journey far
And farther and far did I go
From gypsies I purchased a life in a jar
And joined with their caravan show
And by the souls around me, I was betrayed
Then my mind, my soul, and body strayed
Out of time out of space did I slip and slide
Into unknown caverns and depths with no guide
Until one dark and awesome day
I stumbled on a tangled cay
Then I met true evil, he was opposite of mild
He brought me in and loved like his own child
Long did I reside in his care
Deep within a subterraneous lair
Loathing and hate were his mothering milk
And snakes full of poison wrapped 'round him like silk
As all fairytales say, all evil does pass
My father's life ended with a mighty crash
So riddle me this, you silly young fool:
Why would life bring such a strange strange rule?
Well here I live and here I'll stay
Alone and content with no lute to play
I keep your souls and want your hearts
And somehow always win at darts
So run away or you will see
What good it does to taunt cruel me
This class is godawful, tedious and long
We don't even have a loud banging gong
To call on the hands so eager to say
How much they hate this class; it's gay
My Than (my ex) is there cross the room
Our relationship crashed with a deafening boom
I like him! I do! More than you know.
Possibly again out we will go
We talk about trips that we didn't choose
And then our respect the sponsors do lose
We can't even talk in this retarded class
And Jesus, I'm forced to look right at ****!*
At least I have Gina, Jordan and Alley
We girls of the sunny, beach laden Cali
And if Jake farts, and if Jago bitches
It's okay cause we know they're kitches
Well, Jake rocks, so hey, screw that!
I just want to lie down and die on a mat
Who cares if the frickin' chili has olives?
Screw the dumb chili, the cornbread lives!
*This someone might take offense. He's SO irritating! Now it's blatantly obvious to everyone but him who he is. Hee....