A group of pulchritudinous young ladies at St Ursula’s Finishing School for Girls were sitting in the sun during a class break discussing Ms Heidi Antrobus-Biddlecombe, their omphaloskepsic teacher.
“She’s a trichotillomaniac,” said Sylvia. “Her head’s all patchy.” All agreed.
“She looks like a pig,” suggested Angelique. “Her nose has been xenotransplantated!” Everyone laughed.
“Thank goodness she’s not polyphiloprogenitive,” said Denise. “We’d be overrun. AND she has ants in her pants!” It was a nice play on their teacher’s name!
“What a relief we’re not myrmecophilous!” exclaimed Petra. “Ugh! How disgusting!”
Again everyone laughed, except for Susannah who had been silent up until now and admitted she didn’t know what the word “omphaloskepsic” meant.
“I know the word omphaloskepsis,” she said. “But I have never heard of omphaloskepsic.”
Oh dear! What an ignorant little girl.
“Come along class!” called out Ms Heidi Antrobus-Biddlecomb in her wheezy smoker’s voice from the window of the Infants’ Classroom. “Playtime is over!”
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Minnie. “She sounds like she’s got
All went inside for their favourite class of the week: colouring in with crayons.