s c h o o l

It's that time of year again 

Where we sit down and open the textbooks 

Listen to a teacher, sub, instructor, or professor 

And try to teach us whatever 

 Where we're forced to mingle and bring us closer together

Make new friends and hope for the better 

Learn something new 

Eating disgusting cafeteria food 

"I'll skip the chicken salad and just opt for this week-old apple juice" 

Hahahaha I hoped you liked that rhyme because I sure did 

I'm just glad I went to school, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to quite rhyme like this 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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kev1623

Not bad!

 

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