Those round rimmed specs,
stood on a perfectly rounder nose.
Stand and smile , she did more than that,
she'd stop to think and hold that pose.
I miss reimi her face at times,
especially when i'm down.
When those rosy lips curved,
they managed to cure every frown.
I don't know why I like her,
old and grey haired, was she.
Everytime she crossed my place,
she'd pull my cheeks and say CHUBBY!
I don't think she taught us well,
otherwise, remember, a word, I would.
Of course... i do remember jus a word,
that she'd use often as she could.
Cause Every sentence she started,
ended with UNDERSTOOD.
Th best thing, I remember her for,
is that smile , a grin, a subtle laugh...?
Call it what you would...
The way she did it, nobody can,
She's my Miss Understood.
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