Poems from Ms. Tardis
What would I say?
If I could say it all.
I would say....
The class is a bore, nothings new nothings different
This class is a snore, its...
Its cold in here, theres no heat.
the desks face right, theres no left handed seat.
The voices drone, but never make sense,
For professors...
Ich kann nicht sprechen, nicht so du kannst mich verstehen.
I cannot speak, not so you can understand me.
Mein worten sind schwere.
My...
Just a few drinks they said
You’re not that drunk
You can totally drive they said
It’s okay.
It was a horrific crash they told me
It...