
Inspired by Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) of 14 July 2023, sincere.
In my English class, I was unruly,
I’d cared nought for our teacher, Miss Newley,
‘Twas such fun, she got ill,
Threatened, “I’m gonna kill”,
And I do believe she meant it truly.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité


Rabble rousers!
Morning, Pete.
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Hiya Nancy!
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My English classes consisted of about two terms of all the boys staring at the teacher’s massaive tits. Summer term all of sudden, she switched from jumpers with necklines and switched blouses and jackets. I wonder if she twigged or had been told from up high to change her wardrobe.
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We had a music teacher like that. Ooooh – I’d forgotten about her…
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Yikes!
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I know! What a horror!
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It has your poem’s signature dark twist. I was once almost suspended at school for writing an extremely gory and dark story for a school assignment. The teacher was so concerned she showed it to school management. I wasn’t very good with my teachers at school either 😈
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Haha. Who’d be a teacher?
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Viva Le France 🇫🇷
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I was a sweet and innocent boy at school.
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😂😂😂😂
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