From a Student's Pov

Schools can be so unbearable sometimes, On some days, it’s the work Homework!Homework!Homework! On others, it’s the teacher Do this! Do that! No! Yes! Stop! Don’t talk! Some days, you just want to kill everybody The Classroom is much like an animal kingdom Imagine a class With 30 students Each with their own crazy personalities Their bipolar mood swings Hot-blooded teenagers Imagine a teacher Once was sweet Soft-spoken Sweet smile Turn to a monster Like Princess Fiona In Shrek Gone the sweet smile Voice raise up high With eyes that can kill Like lightning strike from the sky Let me introduce you My world My kingdom But if you looking For a fairy tale Just turn the other way around Meet the first one Mr. Ass, we call him The Attention Seeker Nothing can stop him Who wants to be heard And to be heard often The first to raise their hands With thousand questions fall Drive me crazy up the wall Next, “Goody-Two Shoes” The good girl The angel Prim and proper Obedient and kind Smart. Dilligent Sweet as a pie No more to say Then,“The ChatterBox” Like a radio DJ Constantly chatting Speaking. Chattering. Blabbering. Keep talking Even when teacher is talking Still mumbling whispering Till the bell rings Non stop rapping. This is my favourite Mr. Class Clown the best Does he have the red nose? Or curly yellow hair? Or wide creepy smile? No! No! And No! Not that clown, silly One funny guy Or at least he thinks so Sometimes the jokes are funny Hilarious! Sometimes they are not So lame. But their Mission is obvious Everybody must laugh! Then, we have the Nerd Glasses and ties and books too Books? Boring Well, for us the nerdies Books are clever Books don’t bully Books know no nonsense What’s more Books fertilize your mind with superb ideas and make you monstrously intelligent Says the nerd. Forget the nerds Look who’s coming The one and only The Star. Mr. Celebrity Clapping. Cheering. Whistling. All the way Famous Notorious Talented Fabulous No matter what they do Oh! And don’t forget Good looking too. So, now you see A glimpse Into my world Where we make friends And learn many trends Despite the differences We’re just normal teenagers We love. We hate We learn along the way So, cut us loose Oh, dear teachers we will be nice give us a chance But sometimes Just let us be in our very own skins As we are Hot-blooded teenagers!