Romisa Life

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Misa took some package books. "My wife will teach first, you're the same, right?" ask her out of the desk area while hugging the textbook.

Cesa came out of the table. "Yes Miss Misa." Subduing views.

Misa walks towards the exit with Cesa behind her, who leads her to the classroom. After making sure Misa entered safely, Cesa would turn to her classes.

"Assynolajet. Morning of the children," greet Mass after arriving at the front desk of the class.

"Moskalamic. Morning too, ma'am" replied in unison to the disciples.

"Mr Misa, I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night thinking of you." Celoteh Hendri the dreadful king.

"I'm the same Mom. 4 days not taught by mom. none of the lessons go into my brain." Ito chimed in on his compatriot in a dramatic head-pumping style.

"The basic brain is lo bebel." Hendri Ejek.

Brakes.

Misa throws the package book roughly to the table. "Already. Learning time. You take out the package book A," the loud voice of Misa stops the babbling of the disciples who begin to digress.

Hendri immediately lowered his head to pick up the book from under the table. "I would be 45 again if the one who taught Miss Mass."

Misa just smiled at the small ring. He opened the package book A and opened each sheet.

"Well go to pages 116, 119, 123, and 134. You guys learn all that. This lesson will discuss poetry, poetry here there is old poetry as well as new poetry. And after you understand what poetry is, I will assign one by one forward to read the poem you made, remember the work itself, do not cheat each other, and do not copy each other, if there's anything in question or poorly understood ask mom." The instructions of the Mass were looking at his disciples.

"Mother's poem about love may?" Chirps Ito.

"Kayak know what love is, pretentious," said Hendri.

"What is important is his language style and also the rhyme in the poem conjunctions." Misa spoke firmly. Then he sat on the chair still staring at the disciples.

"Alright, please learn first and make your work as interesting as possible" continued Misa again.

"Okay Ma'am.," in unison with their nodding heads.

The students began to get busy with competing to make poetry. So even Egi seemed to be focusing on making his poetry.

After a while later. Misa closed the package book, she raised her face looking at the disciples who seemed busy with her duties.

"Well, it's been 1 hour of lessons, someone has finished making a poem and is ready to read it in front of your friends?" misa looked at each student's face.

One of his students raised a hand. "Hendri used to be a mom" he said confidently.

Misa nodded with a hand gesture she invited. "Please move Hendri forward."

Hendri walked out of the table with a sumringah face, after being in front of the class for a moment he smiled towards Misa.

"Randomize her poetry." Decide on the Mass standing up to the table.

Hendri nodded, then he opened the book and started reciting the title of the poem.

"Fart," said Hendri read the title of the poem.

"Haha..," As soon as the disciples laughed at the title of his poem.

"What's really lo Hendri when the poem farts," chirped Ito in between his laughter.

"Let there be, people said Miss Misa is also free" said Hendri.

Misa who had withstood her laughter. He cleared his throat for a moment and then instructed. "Hush still! Let's listen first, keep Hendri."

The mood of the class calmed down again although there was still someone holding back his laughter.

FARTING

Farting, the air cannot be touched and cannot be seen.

The smell alone indicates that it exists.

Not missed but needed for relief.

If it sounds always rhythmic.

There's a "Bomb."

There's a "Breet."

There's a "Broot."

If he likes singing it will sound "Tuuuut." long melody.

And if he's shy it'll sound "Feessh" hissing until it doesn't make a sound.

When the fart hit.

Various people responded to it.

Cowards will say 'he did it'

A hypocrite would say 'not me'

Honest people will say 'yes it's me'

And a friendly person would say 'do you think it stinks?' while smiling grimly.

Farts are healthy.

Can make a stomach

You can laugh hard

Can be addictive.

Farts should be slow when they are removed

If the delay of the boundary will be watery with the pulp.

Farts are often in the bully, in the ostracized, even in the todong.

But still fart is fart the wind ngangenin who always comes even in dzolimi.

Hendri closed his book signifying he had finished reading the poem.

"Lo really live hend if farting, until made a poem.hahaha," chirped one of the students who had listened to Hendri's poem.

"Yaa laa, how's Mom? Good not Hendri's poem? Give me 100 yah." Hendri stared at Misa.

Misa smilingly closed her lips holding an amused laugh.

"Ekhem.yeah, good Hendri style of language is also good. You can also choose the words, and that's one example of new/modern poetry." Clearly Mass at the pre-student.

Then he turned to glance at the man who was still standing in front of that class. "Will Hendri come back to your bench again, and will someone please come forward again?" ask Misa after seeing Hendri back on her stool.

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