The Third State of Matter

Back to school, oh to soon.

crowded together in small classrooms.

What's that smell?

"I think someone farted"

Now the class is hyped

because the kid, he just sharted.

Run to the bathroom

But you can't escape the laughter.

Dropping solid pebbles,

it's just the third state of matter.



This poem is about: 
My community



I love this so much. I am so immature hahahahahaha

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