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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2242670
Those days are kind of muddled
Her name was Sister Florence
A teaching kind of nun
I can tell you that my class
With her was never fun

She wore a stern expression
I never saw her smile
Her face was like that sphinx there
Along the river Nile

I had her in the sixth grade
As best I can recall
Or maybe I’m mistaken
I’m not sure after all

Those days are kind of muddled
I’ve tried hard to forget
But I can say for certain
I wasn’t teacher’s pet

No, no, I was the student
Who always was in dutch
I often got in trouble
I fooled around too much

Those nuns just didn’t get me
They thought I was a pest
They had no sense of humor
Of that I can attest

But as for Sister Florence
She may have been so stern
But I will tell you one thing
She made sure that I learned

In fact, if I am honest
I owe some gratitude
To all the nuns that put up with
My no-good attitude

So thank you Sister Florence
When all is said and done
I’m sure that having me to teach
Was never any fun

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