Misharooni

• Mickayla Mihailovic
• Poetry
• 2012

She walks in the the classroom with hands on her hips,
bitter words spitting from her lips.
Her hair is bushy and brown,
her face always wears a frown.
She doesn't like questions she would rather relax,
maybe this is why we failed at consumer tax.
I'm in her class writing this poem now,
she doesn't even notice - what a cow!