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ODE TO MS. SYNHORST
Purple lipstick
Blonde hair sometimes red
50s dresses with pockets
And earrings to match the spread.
She loves raccoons
Acts like Ms. Frizzle.
She wears a S on her chest
And its not because of her last name.
She doesn’t tell you a story
She lets you experience it
Her hands
They speak more than she does
She can’t tell a story without using
Her hands.
Her voice
Yes, she can sing
But its not the melody you hear
Its Daisy’s voice when she’s being dimwitted,
Its the voice of the villain,
Its the rich kid’s talk,
And its the “Us” talk,
Sometimes it has a southern accent,
And sometimes French,
It rises and it falls, but its
Her voice – the accessory to her stories
Because her hands, they tell the story.
8:00 o’clock strikes
And she has yet to arrive.
Always late
But always on time
On time for political news updates
On time for Trump’s crimes.
She is our personal reporter
Wait, more than a news reporter
Because she gives us passion, no emotion.
She doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve
But on her face
Plain as day
You can miss it.
Give her a test
And she’ll grade it later
By later I mean next month
Because she’s a procrastinator.
You don’t mind though
Because she’s Ms. Synhorst
The English teacher
whom with you’d rather be
“Oh you have Mr. Coey
That sucks.”
Is the phrase you often hear
But only from Synhorst students.
The Freshmen have yet to understand
The value of such a teacher
They put a wrinkle in her forehead
And make her rush back to stance
Before second period ends.
But they’ll soon figure it out
Everyone eventually does
That she’s Ms. Synhorst
A blessing in socks with capes
*She knows what I mean*
Ms. Synhorst
If you’re reading this
Know that you are loved
We take you for granted
As we do
With angels above.