No More Fun in the Sun

You almost thought summer

was an everyday thing now.

Now its time to

work, and do your 

homework.

Are you making those 

grades? 

That's how your gonna

get paid.

Chemistry will be harder

than a rock.

But don't get into any 

trouble or, you'll get socked!

I know you wanna chill,

 but it's time to get real.

Just rember these guidelines,

Go to class,

get a room if you want to

makeout with you boyfriend!

Don't be a raccon trying to

steal everybody's gum.

And most importantly,

wear deoderant!

I hope your ready for ten 

months of dubiety!

This poem is about: 
Me
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