My teacher the witch isn't even my teacher,

She is simpily a pain I could never wish on anyone,

Like a tumor that's deceitful and such a creeper. 

Her long spiderlike legs should get trapped in a door,

Her long locks pulled out from the root,

In clumps and lumps that bleed and turn into sores.

I often plan how I would defeat the witch,

The she-devil deserves to burn at the stake, 

But to be honest, it would be much easier to throw her in a ditch.

I don't know what her problem is but it shouldn't be involving me,

It's not my fault people don't like her, 

She needs to  leave us alone and stop acting like a flee.

Stop calling my parents cause we have mutal agreement,

They want nothing but you to go back into the whole you came from,

And die from their dear childs vehement.