This one is...um...kind of just a little bit completely terrible so...bear with me here.
School is a doctor's visit,
A shot in your rear-end;
It hurts while you are at it,
But after, in the end,
It helps you to find your way.
Say, in a year or so,
You go to the store one day.
But when you're young -school, NO!
So you're just walking around,
(You have just 15 bucks)
Cool! A tiny, minute town!
And cool mini dump trucks!
You pile the cart, pile it high,
With Christmas gifts load it,
You give a long, gleeful sigh,
The cashier says, "Hold it!
"You need to pay for your truck.
That'll be thirty-two."
You give the 15 bucks.
He looks at it, then at you.
YOU ARE READING
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