A dream about a creepy stare, as the title suggests.
|This is a dream about a creepy stare.
Now here’s my dream at night
In a room of white
I caught a classmate’s glare
And the way she blankly stared
The teacher was a baby
No, literally! (Maybe)
My friend grinned like a fool
‘Cause with the teacher she started a duel
I guess it’s just a dream
Or if it’s real, should be a meme
Uh oh, my classmate hasn’t moved yet
She’s staring at me
As if she’s crazy.
My blood’s beginning to boil
This is worse than sweat and toil
My glee’s completely spoiled
Sweat is dribbling like oil
The poem ends here,
But there’s a warning, please adhere
If someone gives you a strange glare
IGNORE THE CREEPY STARE