I'm On My iPod In Class (poetry Written In School) Boring, boring, All students are snoring! The teacher's a bore, There's boredom galore! The work sheet is easy, The classroom is breezy, There's a very odd smell- And finally; the bell! RING RING RING! The old tin sings, We're all so relieved- We were almost asleep! Now we've sat down again, Armed with paper and pen, It'll never be cool; It's boring old school!
Respect!
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