Mrs. Ullrick

She was liked and loved by all, A charming lady who was gorgeous and graceful, Slowly she spoke and slowly she walked, Always well dressed, Her fair complexion had no simile or metaphor, I never saw her not smiling, We often missed classes of boring teachers, But we always waited for her tutorial class, Only once a weak! She taught us how to improve, Speaking, reading and writing, A foreign language, yes English it is. Mr.Ullrick one of our teachers, Although a nice man, And a nice teacher, A jolly friend liked like her, I don't say he was not handsome, But his complexion was dark, We always discussed how he won Mrs.Ullrick, What did she see in him to marry? We did not have courage to ask, Either Mr.Ullrick or Mrs.Ullrick. Time passed and during our union weak, A rainbow of music and lovely dances, A day of beauty with colorful dresses, When the buds appeared as sprung flowers, Getting rid of the white and boring uniforms, Arms in short sleeves and a light makeup, Scoundrels like me were a bit overlooked, Liberty a little we enjoyed on that day. But the day was shaded by a milky moonlight, A man came on stage with a violin in his hands, A sorrowful slow tune made the hooters quiet, I saw life in stones so hard, and the hearts fragile, Sent droplets to the eyes that shined like pearls, Power of music of a handsome man! Pearls like stars of a fairy on the earth, Music of earth can win a fairy of skies!