My Nefarious Head Has Made Me Mad

My nefarious opinionated head made me extra extra mad Yelling at my sixth-grade teacher. I said, “I am going to tell Dad!” My corpulent head laughed at that, for she is mean you see. I wish she would disappear or go far away from me. You are evil I told her. Slicing her off at my neck. She made fun of me of course. I thought what the heck? But then I got mad, because she gave my ankle a little nasty lick. That’s gross I tried to scream but couldn’t, so I gave her a giant kick.