There was an old woman, she was crusty and mad.

She was a teacher, and she made her students sad.

She was the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen.

Her face was full of wrinkles, beads of sweat, stringy grey hair, you know what I mean?

Her hands were grimy.

Her lips were slimy.

She hated her job.

Her students always asked, “Then why are you here, you slob?”

They had a right to be upset.

She’s only there to torture children I bet.

She spits on their desk.

She steals their snacks, how grotesque.

They protested to get her fired.

But, they wondered, “Who else is there to hire?”

They live in a small town in Anggle, Alobamo, a population of 30.

There is no other qualified teachers except Mrs. Birdie.

But, she is on her deathbed.

There is really nothing else to be said.

She would be happier and loved if she was just a little bit nice.

But, I guess that would be boring, we need a little spice.