No More Fun in the Sun
You almost thought summer
was an everyday thing now.
Now its time to
work, and do your
homework.
Are you making those
grades?
That's how your gonna
get paid.
Chemistry will be harder
than a rock.
But don't get into any
trouble or, you'll get socked!
I know you wanna chill,
but it's time to get real.
Just rember these guidelines,
Go to class,
get a room if you want to
makeout with you boyfriend!
Don't be a raccon trying to
steal everybody's gum.
And most importantly,
wear deoderant!
I hope your ready for ten
months of dubiety!
This poem is about:
Me
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