Mrs Tee My Third Grade Teacher
Her dress was wild with a colorful flare.
Her high heels were perfect as was her hair.
She was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Tee.
She was truly as cute as she could ever be.
When we heard her heels going click, click, click,
We knew our day would be greater, and slick.
She taught us our multiplication table.
Phonics, spelling, whatever she was able.
Mrs. Tee sometimes pops on my dreams.
Teaching me new concepts, busy as she seems.
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