Alas! morning has come upon us.
upon us, has for us to go to school.
Alas, we await for the our carriage to come.
Alas! we arrive, dreading the stream of boredom to come
Alas! It is first period, and thus an early test of bubbles and letters
Alas, the first student comes up from his seat and sends thy test with jitters of worry
Alas, the rest arise from their desk, brain dead from redundant memorization not of everlasting knowledge
But of knowledge to use and forget over the weekend
Thus why does this knowledge not stay?
Ask thy unmotivated mentor that thus teach pupils
For he only teaches for bread, not for ripe pupils to bloom in the future
Alas! Thy last class among thy students has come
Alas they met with an energetic mentor greeting "AHOY my pupils!"
Alas, they students break their brain dead silence with a smile and gittyness within they gut
Alas they mentor jumps unto thy desk and with such energy, Thus rally the students to open their minds with excitement
Alas, they students are not met with boredom and dread of knowledge
But they are met with passion and excitement to listen to they mentors knowledge
Thus the bells for it is time to go
Alas... They are not brain dead...
But lifted with rally
Alas... They await for more