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Thursday, February 22, 2007
&; SAY WHAT? The 2e Poem
&; FEEL WHAT? {MORONIC}
&; HEAR WHAT? {I Will Carry You - Clay Aiken}

This is us, 2e,
where we know we must be.
It is where, we won't be alone.
Cuz 2e's ours, our very one.

We walked in to 2e, early last year,
who knew our class chairman would be Jer?
And that our vice-chair would be Zoe,
or that our form teacher would be Mr. Low...ey? (it had to rhyme!)

Mrs. Chan always screaming at us,
we were never really upset by her you know,
It was quiet funny for us to see,
compared to quiet Mr. Low.

Mr. Low would teach in class,
amidst the chaos that was us.
Drawing, imitating him, dozing off -
remember when for no reason we would start to cough?

Mr. Seow came in July,
and brought with him some really fun times.
Do you recall washing windows?
And torturing him about Mrs. Chan and Ms. Ho?

Palabola! Palabola!
In your class we played a fool.
We love quadratic equations you know,
You were a fun part of school.
Hast thou deserted us this year?
you must have thought we were really weird..

We'll never forget Mrs. Emily Tang,
who, one day when we were in class,
maniacally started laughing,
and joined in, gossiping about teachers, with us.

And of course, Mrs. Ng Mui Eng,
whom we used to call Ah Meng.
But hell, Romeo and Juliet got married for sex,
And learning Paul's Wheel was quite complex.
But she made Lit really fun,
And we enjoyed learning TKAM.

Mrs. E. Lee taught us Bio Chapters 5 and 6,
it was very taxing for her, of course.
But anyone who teaches 2e that and survives,
is definitely worthy of our applause.

Ms. Cheah taught us chemistry,
we screamed and laughed hysterically.
Dint want a test, so we bought her a cake.
Teased her about going out with Mr. Ong (it was fake).

Then there was Ms. Melissa Sim,
She thought Esther was a pimp. (I couldn't find anything else that rhymed)
Will a man-plant ever be created?
The questions we asked her were evil, mean and calculated.

And Mrs. Low, the physics teacher.
We used to torture the poor creature.
One day, she started singing a rainbow song,
and thought that we would sing along,
but instead, someone yelled "Baby Dick!"
Disappointment hit her like a ......brick?

Mr. Heng, of course, was a person,
who often let us act like Morons.
Dragging our chairs all the way to the front,
singing random birthday songs.

Mr. Khoo used to make us run,
In the hot morning sun.
But we never ran - we only walked,
and he used to see us and balk,
at our appalling defiance.
He is an electrical appliance.

Lastly, dear sweet Teo Lee Lee,
who's the chinese teacher, so she never taught me.
But I remember feeling really scared
when she turned on me with her fiery glare.
I still remember that with dread.

<3 Rivali



2Express @ 5:43 pm