Teacher from Hell

I'm scared out of my mind
For I'm going to be killed
By the teacher from Hell
I just hope my drink doesn't get spilled

She will strangle and beat me
To a bloody pulp
When I see her coming
I let out a big gulp

I hope she doesn't find me
Where ever I'm hiding
Because every time I see her
I'm never minding

*2001
Dedicated to my freshman creative writing teacher, Lisa Gatzemeyer. Great times, great times.