Rehearsal

At rehearsal,

I am not me,

I am Hortensia,

I am a classmate of Matilda,

I sit in the front row of the class,

I yell at the Trunchbull,

She yells at me,

I can spell 'revolting',

R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G.

I am scared of the Chokey (Or the Chonkey...),

I love my teacher,

 Miss Honey,

I cheer on Bruce,

And listen to Lavender read,

But she read it wrong,

She said tomato.

At rehearsal,

I am not me,

I am Hortensia.

 

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