Kindly do not be jubilant and jovial.
This is merely a brief tribute which I wished to include.
I shall most likely remove this, but nonetheless, this happens to be a tribute to my teacher.
One for a subject I generally happen to loathe in school, but she is phenomenal in every aspect.
Thus I have this, sourced from an individual who is horrendous in regards to writing poetry.
Ah, allow me to entertain you with a mystifying tale.
Of a beast with claws, and perhaps a tail.
One might find it quite difficult to prevail.
But I assure you, that this battle shall not be stale.
This beast can be perceived as minuscule, but in reality is gargantuan.
It roars deep from the depths of the rainy Southampton.
A creature belligerent and ferocious enough.
It will scarf your life down, in merely a snuff.
This beast lurks and preys, and assures you that it will receive praise.
But what is this? A valiant red-headed warrior?
A scoundrel, a vigilante?
No none of the former.
This warrior is a princess, akin to the horror.
But return to the beast!
What is such a creature?
This beast is cancer, and the warrior, my teacher.
Her name resonates within a cloud.
And as I state it, the gods shall bow.
For she shall not go amiss.
She does not dwell in Atlantis.
This mighty hero, is merely Janis.
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My Pitiful Life As An INTJ
Short StoryIt's lonely at the top... Being one of the most intellectually advanced, analytical, and judgmental personality types, life is quite difficult. Perpetually living as a misunderstood, supposedly villainous genius. Delve into the mind of an INTJ. ...
