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.
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