Punjaban Princess from a land down under,
An accent that makes my mind go asunder.
Her avatar suggests she has some great Salt Lake Cities,
But I’d always known them before as Walter Mitty’s.
With a look and a sigh she shows irritation to negativity,
Is she like most teachers though and afflicted by frigidity?
She’s followed around school by a giggling crew of girls,
All wanting to copy her around the corridors as she whirls.
Astounding it is to find she ain’t had Malai or Gulla of Ras,
That’s probably why she remains a fine figure of a Lass.
Hot Chips with Ice Cream are her guilty pleasure,
Her rendition of Kolaveri di is I think beyond measure.
So here’s a wee poem to a girl that likes red,
And has the weirdest visions whilst asleep in her bed.
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