Teachers lair, torture chamber,place of embarassment and shame.
School is a horrible place known by many such names.
We wander and wander desperate to get to our lockers.
But r trampled upon and sometimes used as a blocker.
We then go to class sadly and full of dread.
By the time its over we're already half dead.
The daydreams are wonderful, happy and fun.
Too bad when we wake up class is not even half done.
And when a teacher calls ur name for a little game.
You desperately try to dodge the blame.
The waiting and tapping of r feet under r chair.
And when the last bell rings we run out happily with flair.
We then go home full of fun again.
But then we remember full of disdain, tommorow we have to do this all over again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
HOWZ THAT. TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY AND ALSO STRAIGHT AFTER SCHOOL. IDK ABOUT U BUT TO ME THAT'S PRETTY COOL.
DAMN IT! NOW I'M STUCK IN THIS STUPID RHYMING RUT! :(
ANYWAY CHOW.…………………………………………………AND DOGS GO BOW!!!!
I REALLY CAN'T RESIST RHYMING NOW. *waves psychotically*
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