I heard of her and the languages she knew.
Her field of knowledge was my interest.
I sought to learn from my brave hearted tutor.
Her voice cuts through the whistles of morning birds,
She's an early one so she keeps on yawning,
Whilst some,in my class keep frowning,
As I at the front,innocently smiling.
That's the effect she has on me...
I watch her patron her scouts. Being a lone ranger I opt out,
Instead,study her match and order.
Engulfed and lost,
She catches me staring.
Boy blushes,here comes my role model.
Lesson after recess,
Days come terms.
I always admire my beautiful art teacher.
As I wonder when,will she ever show me how to immitate her,
subtle art of seduction.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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