Our Teacher


There was a young lady
Named Mrs. Jones

She really preferred to be on her phone
But instead, she was teaching kids
When all she really wanted to do was gamble and bid

So she got in her car
And went really far
She ended up in Las Vegas
Where there was a woman named Mavos
So she met her son named Davous

She will never forget
The day she went into debt
There goes that Mrs. Jones
Who will one day get a drone?

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