The Classroom

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Dude, when you teach your class, I ask myself:
Is this some kind of joke?
Please quit your job and sell your chalk
Before I have a stroke!

The room is much too hot and smells real bad,
It makes my bowels loose.
If there were toilet seats instead of desks,
I’d probably drop a deuce.

Don’t take it bad – it’s not all you,
This class is such a bore.
We all just wait for 3 o’clock
To run right out the door!

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