Welcome to our English class,
Where everyone is quite a lad,
There's a weird girl who dreams not of sheep
And a commie who says she's not that deep.
There's a British guy who likes fascism
And a french guy with no enthusiasm,
A Portuguese man who loves his kin
And a russian man who causes all sin.
They try to learn about Shakespear and Phalli,
But they end up in fights and woe,
The teacher does not much to help,
She knows this class is a ticking bomb.
This is a certain class of doom,
Where laughter and tears sure fill the room,
They may not learn much from the books,
But they sure are not crooks.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of Random Writing
RandomA collection of things I've written for fun over the years. Started as a CAS project, but now it's become a hobby.
