Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
Class:1D '05, 2e '06 <33,3e '07, 4e '08
School: MGS
I <3: Family, My dogs, 2e, 4e, MORONS, painting, designing, writing weird stories, being generally weird, unsettling people...
Hello. Lauren recently told me that I haven't updated my blog for "one month and one day." Well, sorry. I did update, about a week ago. It was a wonderful little poem about an imaginary person called Edna Mode. Unfortunately, something went wrong, and the tagboard for my other blog got posted here? Oh well.
Anyway, this imaginary person called Edna Mode has been very rude to me lately. For example, I keep on dreaming that,for some reason, she's teaching 4E english. I also dream that she is beeing horribly unfair to me. 99% of the people reading this know exactly who Edna Mode is, so I won't bother keeping up the pretence.
The Ode to Edna Mode
Who wears the same skirt everyday and a snakeskin belt thats clearly faux? Her hair like writhing snakes of grey, the only thing she says is "no."
She thinks her waist is at her chest, and wears her skirt accordingly. I'm telling you, if she dropped dead, the news would be received with glee.
She scurries quickly into class, digging through the earth like a mole. Nobody bothers to greet her cuz, she looks like a dead and rotting troll.
And smells like one too, may I add, even garlic doesn't smell as bad. We tried perfume- it didn't work. We learnt you can't sanitize dirt.
She drones on about verbs and speech. What's wrong with her? She just can't teach. Her and her stupid 'apology letters.' I've seen roadkill that looks better.
"Girls!" she squeals, in anger while glaring, but we don't care; We're just past caring. "Silence! Or into the Bey-THAH system your names will go!" 4E just glares at its eternal foe.
15 years later, 4E's grown old. They're rich and succesful, all have struck gold. Denise and Ding have gone into business, selling designer matresses. (Cuz they sleep alot.. you know?)
Hilary's director of "The Bimb" magazine, Nicole Heng is Beck's wife- she's living her dream. Cassandra's in politics, Supreme Ruler of Asia, (she paid me to write this) Lauren's a world-class engineer.
Shreyanka is rich, selling designer wines, Tricia's spokesmodel for a fashion line. Lydia is a famous, reknowned composer And Deanna is... a rock.
And while they were all happily living, their wonderful and wealthy lives the aforementioned troll was still teaching in MGS; She was ninety-five.
Over the years she had not mellowed, her students still looked upon her with dread. Nothing had changed but her skirt which was now pulled up so high, it engulfed her head.
She lived alone with her fourteen cats, and two parrots who would not speak. Once they angered her so much that she took a bath for an entire week.
See, this old hag was prone to fits, times when all sense would leave her. once she hacked a table to bits with a huge, meat-chopping cleaver.
She spent all day marking work, which her students did haphazardly. If she ever saw some trivial mistake, she'd pounce upon it with glee.
Over time her neighbours got wary, kids thought her evil cackles were scary. You see, talking to cabbages everyday, was just not normal, people would say.
And chopping carrots all day long? While singing Barney's annoying theme song? Threatening her parrots to 'talk or die' and yelling at the pizza guy.
They called up Woodbridge, one rainy day, and amidst the downpour's oppressive gloom, Edna Mode was dragged away, kicking and screaming towards her doom.
Mwahahaha.
Did you like it? It would be fun if we analysed this poem for lit. :D Hahaha. I'm kinda sleepy now, *yawn* Goodnight, merkel.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
