Sea sells...sea shore

just a piece of my mind....

I sell sea shells on the sea shore...

I sell see sells on the chea sore...

No dumbo!

It's 'I sell sea shells on the sea shore'...

Sea shore?

Yes sea shore...

School's on, teachers teaching, the classwork is still undone...

But who cares...

I still haven't got the sea shells on the sea shore right...

Loud I tried...

Seaa Shelll

See Shore...

Damn! I have to get it right...

Oh it echoed...

Ouch!! it was a large face with four eyes, teeth ready to bite...

Monster Monster my heart cried...

Well ! That was my Maths teacher...

I hated her, murmured few words

and got back to my learning of Sea shells...

Afterall She was more important to me than my Maths teacher...

 

Seven years she tried teaching me,

Sea shells....

Eighth year she was gone...

The 10th year...

I gave up trying...

Afterall there was no one to hear...

11th year...I was lonely...

12th..Gave me no reason to smile...

13th...brought new people into my life...

14th...Oh I was seen smiling again...

15th year and I was trying again...The sea shells and the sea shore...

'coz my friend was back...

But this time she called me " Daddy"!