Boarding School
When I recall the good old days at school,
I marvel our mood at the times we stood,
Sometimes at noon, in line or loop,
Or simply too, be part of the brood
Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood,
Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon.
Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom,
To clean the rooms or do a scoop.
Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop,
And as a boost we'd get the soup.
In time of book we'd find the moot,
Many times too we'd just keep our cool.
As I recall the good days at school,
Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop,
Once more but soon, yes very soon
Those olden days of splendid boyhood
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