My English Maim Poem by Anuj Tikku

My English maim and her lovely ways
She was one in a million in those days
Especially when she recited plays
She read poetry like a knighting gale
Her cheeks were pink her makeup pale
She wore fur coats with frills
With eyes that could kill
Her high heels stuttered away
When I saw her I felt so gay
I wrote essays for her with delight
For her attention I would fight
When she appreciated them I would blush
She was indeed my first crush
She wanted to be my guide
And I never wanted to leave her side
She took us to theatre and concerts
Animal farm, mocking bird and Shakespeare she taught
She gave preference to all my thoughts
In her house for the first time I had wine
Got drunk and asked her if she would be mine
She smiled and with replied
I am forever yours sunshine
She kissed me like a gentle rose
Then gave me her myrlyn Monroe pose
I still cannot forget that day
What legs what can I say
So now whenever I think of her at night
My English maim was one hell of a sight