The Terrible T. hates me
The Terrible T. I despise
Becareful not to look into her red gleaming eyes
All her stuff is covered in bugs
I dreadfully have to mention that I think I saw some slugs
Shrunken heads, alligator feet, and frog eyes too
All soon to be in a terrible tasting brew
Every time she sees a plant or flour
It will wilt after being in a room with her for an hour
You might feel an earth quake
But its really the fear of standing next to her making you shake
She watches you anywhere at any time
It would feel better to be in a room covered with mold and grime
There is absolutely no way
That you could spend a day
With the horrible, Terrible T.
-By Ariel Pennetti
Age 12
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