PJ: A Sonnet

My teacher is so very slow.

He lacks simple operation.

I truly wish that he would go,

Then the class would have a celebration.

He thought he taught me;

That silly mullet man.

If he could only see;

His forehead is large like Greenland.

I’m glad it’s over.

I’m happy he sat down.

I hope my grade, he doesn’t lower;

Then me, I’d have to frown.

My sonnet’s finished.

Yay! I did it.