This morning
I woke up
I checked my MIX email account
and found that
both of my teachers
could not make their classes today!
BIG SMILE!!! : )
my ENG teacher was officially fired
by my classmates after failing
for the fourth time
to send an email to notify the students her absence.
Tied up by ropes on a big wood cross
her body was burnt in the fire
ignited by the assignments and tests papers
graded B minus or below
and the fake sick leave certificates
found in her drawers.
The students hope
this would stop her from being absent
for another time.
As the flare rose up
like an old-fashioned smelly pink tongue
struggling to squirm
like the words that slowly moved along and
clogged the blood vessels
of my fiction writing teacher
who was buried
by papers of short stories assignment
which were either about
death of lover(s),
explosions,
car accidents,
divorce of couples,
childhood memories,
or all of the above.
She had her eyes closed when
the plot that circuits over and over again
in this world
happened to her finally
and she whispered to herself
'Oh! No! Not another cliche!'
Yes
things end suddenly.
And I have learned
so much today.
Hence, I typed them up
as a beautiful poem
for one of my eight blog posts.
* Chan Wing Hong*
Monday, March 23, 2009
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