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The Gregory
Reading over many poems that I have read here before-
While I drooled in my napping, suddenly there came a laughing,
As of someone's great amusement, laughing in the classroom's bore.
" 'Tis a delinquent," she muttered, "laughing in my classroom's bore;
" Quoth the teacher, "Nevermore."
During the infatuation, Gregory went to action,
"Why are you still laughing at that volume of very dull lore?"-
When I turned to watch the scolding, Gregory began her holding,
Holding on the neck of the laughing, laughing in her classroom door.
"I am quite remorseful," choking now within the classroom door;
He shall breathe here nevermore.
When his brief reply had been said the poor student just then turned red,
He had just been murdered by the teacher he did most deplore-
Thus I sat engaged in guessing what the teacher was expressing,
What were the bad things that happened, happened in the days before?
All these furies upon who enjoyed stories from days before;
To be heard from nevermore.
Then the body slumped further down, the class wondered what had gone wrong,
In her unit of poetry written many years before-
While the body had been hidden, that bad smell would need be ridden,
Ridden from the classroom quickly, quickly with coffee we pour.
"They won't smell a thing," she stated, "with the coffee that we pour;
To be found here evermore."
But witnesses to the action might try to take legal action,
Actions that would jail Gregory for her most awful score-
With her undies in a bundle, her career may take a tumble,
First Degree was something awful, awful she did then explore.
"No one shall leave now," she muttered, "leaving out my classroom door;
You shall leave here nevermore."
She pulled out a stack of lit books, the class gave her many strange looks,
Much more clouded and formidable than ever seen before-
She used them to block the exit, No one tried there to contest it,
She glared evil that was pouring, pouring like a river more.
Then she told us all her plans and she did have quite more;
To be repeated nevermore.
At that time knowledge was clearing, there was too much danger nearing,
Danger that would place us in our tombs with friends we lost before-
While I thought of my escape, Ms. Gregory pulled out a rake,
She explained her bloody motives, motives like in Poe's lost lore.
With the rake the bodies in the room were subject to be tore;
And be located nevermore.
Lock and secure had been called, hoping her plans could be dissolved,
But the many years of reading her life she did most deplore-
She wanted the class to suffer, just like when she lost her mother,
How she so much missed her mother, mother that was named Lenore.
Sadness filled her eyes when she remembered days of lost Lenore;
But she will see her nevermore.
Then the footsteps in a hurry, seemed to make the teacher worry,
Now the SWAT team was outside the classroom kicking down her door-
In came cans of mace and tear gas, in stormed troopers in a huge mass,
At the desk she had been sitting, sitting with a grin she bore.
"I do dare you to come take me from this place that I adore;
I will leave here nevermore."
When a sergeant leapt from her right, Gregory put up a nice fight,
She had a headlock like you have surely never seen before!-
It sure seemed that she was destine to teach everyone a lesson,
She was here to seek some vengeance, vengeance for the lost Lenore.
How she was fueled by the memories of her lost Lenore;
Quoth the teacher, "Nevermore!"
Then we saw a paratrooper, this great battle became super,
Much more lethal than any militia had seen here before-
Entered the cops to arrest her, she remembered what had blessed her,
Judo classes she had taken, taken many years before.
Gregory needed some practice and she fell down to the floor;
And was fighting nevermore.
Officer Luther handcuffed her, Gregory's rights were read faster,
Hearing the Miranda was something she had not done before-
Gregory was taken downtown, in the squad she looked like a clown,
How she wondered what would happen, happen to her tests galore,
Bitter from her years of teaching many books of useless lore;
To teach children nevermore.
She was sent to state corrections, She was given some directions,
She must teach Mexicans English they had never learned before-
She may be let free in a year, in the sentencing we did hear,
One-year parole had been offered, offered as a gift or more,
So the seniors could learn all the works of Nathaniel Hawthorne;
And be slaughtered nevermore.
So I urge you take me truthful or you will be very rueful,
Never underestimate what teachers may have done before-
Just avoid the laugh of evil, or you may attract a devil,
Or you may find many burdens, burdens that will make you sore.
But I'm guessing that your neck shall not be the source of the pounding sore;
But your mind will evermore.
But her presidential pardon, which took place in the Rose Garden,
She holds no more legal duties that were placed on her before-
How I regret what George Bush did, the benefit he gave her Id,
Makes her think that she has power, power she did not possess before.
Though the ego is much better than what she had done before;
Quoth Mr. Bush, "Nevermore!"
And now we hear the bell ringing, that great end of class time singing,
We stand up to gather all our book bags from the classroom floor-
To the doorway we are fleeing, on the chalkboard we are seeing,
Assignments for tonight's reading, reading that will be a great chore.
But we all know her ruthless murders will never be in store;
Quoth the juror, "Nevermore."
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