Writing On The Board

I see you while you solve the questions

I see you when you wipe off your tears

I see you in my dream in the late night

I see you even when you don't see me..

Scribbling on the board, turning with the chalk

Stooping and standing and squatting with a talk

Thinking in the mind, twisting the fingers and

looking in the book and turning your rosy hand

She is a the Queen bee dancing to the buzz but

Simple pretty lady is she like a princess in a hut

Pony oscillates and her voice temperates and her

skirt hops like the children for chocolates, shower

honey on her might, her sharp looks do a fright

white kite is she hold her on, to order is her right

a question is then solved, she reles her turn but

quickly turns up like a pulsar, again is her debut

Hips move and fro, she bends her eyebrow and then

puzzles and wuzzles for a twisted question bro, ripen

are her lips, oranges, chocolate chips and she turns

like a doll twisting round her hips and then she burns

for a chance, her feet do dance for she is the topper but

she's simple pretty lady, her beauty makes mouth shut