What happens in class


Mr. Evans, what kind of class are you running?
The kids are all sluffing, hardly any are coming.

The desks have language that sailors use.
Everything you say just makes me pale and confused.

I want to pay attention, I really do,
but it is so HARD when all the kids are screaming, "WHOO WHOO!".

So if I may suggest, though it might seem crude, please,
just be a little rude.

Students don't understand when you let them run a muck...
Here comes the freshman... GOOD LUCK!


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