Sometimes You Make Class a Bore


We all stroll in to class.

The bell rings.

"Settle down class." 

You take roll. 


You tell us we're taking notes.

We all sigh in your ear.

Taking notes is a drag. 

Yet we do them every day.

I get paper from my bag.

56 minutes feels like forever. 

I'd hate to brag but this class can kiss my ass. 



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