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here's an untitled poem i wrote about one of my high school teachers.
Sweaty pits, sweaty pits, my teacher has such sweaty pits,
I don’t get why they’re so wet, when class has not started yet,
Is she nervous? Is she hot? The window’s open quite a lot,
Growing sweat stain under there, creeping, seeping through pit hair,
Wait I’m not sure if that’s true, it might be shaved since it’s taboo,
Like an oval, round in size, raise your arms, see nice surprise,
Here’s a tip that I can give, if it’s rude, please do forgive,
Ab-stain from colours nice and bright, makes that puddle one sore sight,
When you’re teaching I can’t think, I only wonder does it stink?
