School!
I really dislike my teacher,
I think she might be a creature,
I see her everyday,
And I'm at school to saty.
She appears in my dreams at night,
She's really a haunting sight,
Because of her I can't fall asleep,
And it's a habbit I don't want to keep.
All she does is give us tests,
Trust me; she'll never take a rest,
She'll take us to lunch and take us to art,
She'll keep on teaching,
Until she thinks we're smart.
Once she has taught us all the knowledge,
Oh great!
Now I have to go to college.
Copyright © Leah Livingston | Year Posted 2007
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