Honors Rules

On day one I came into Honors class

I had no clue of what I should expect

But soon it was clear that we’d have a blast

I’m glad this was a class I could elect


At first I thought I had entered a dream

I had no clue that school could be so cool

Taking a poetry class would make me scream

But learning it through Honors makes it rule


As days went by I thought the fun would end

I thought the work would start to get real hard

But Mr. A a hand would always lend

And even let us study in the yard


There is no class that I would rather take

Of all the classes Honors takes the cake

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