Home Room Hot Flash

Dear Mr Men, Managers of Teachers,

I cant seem to wake up and I am late for class in the mornings. Its a big problem and there is no solution Mr Men. I love to sleep in. Im cursed with the open eyes at night. I stay up writting poetry and go to bed about 3 am every evening. How the hell does Mrs Clary think I can report to 8am class? She knows im a poet first and a student second. Not only does she continue to make me an example every morning but she has the nerve to call me Tardy in front of the class. I find this very hummiliating to me and Clifford the mentally retarded man student sitting in the back. Clifford must be 40 and I have little in common with him! I do not have down syndrome face nor do I wear a crash helmet dear Manager of Teachers. But Mrs Clary seems to continue to draw up parellels between us. It must be her now defunct female gonads screwing with her vision, it is absurd. Plus, her hot flashes are making home room clamy and sticky. And what about Clifford? The poor man gets made fun of enough as it is. Mrs. Clary should be fired for her poo poo prose she afflicts on me and Cliffy every morning. See to it that massive action is brought upon her menopausing ass. If nothing is done about this matter I will be forced to transfer to another school. This will be a great shame for your institution to lose such a talented poet as myself. Be warned that before I leave I will absolutley go Oscar gone Wilde on her fast food fanny. And you can believe that Mr. Men.
I hate to threaten you sir, but if nothing is done I will go nautical and cast away from your Educational port and poet my babble on a yonder campus lawn!!! Also, whatever dirty laundry I exhume from your gross academy hamper I will joyfully unveil from a megaphoned mouth!!! Believe it Mr.Men. Torrential Tongues a twisting the torment concerning Tardy will crush your career!

Very sleepy and pissed,

Kindred Humphries
Poet LarryHat Extrodinare
6th Grade, Mrs. Clary's Home Room