Ode To School

My yellow school, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you bore and paddle, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the english cavalry saddle. Let me compare you to a deep ember? You are more loathsome, amazing and hip. Old frost nips the robins of December, And wintertime has the blazing equip. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your generous eyes, lips and hat. Thinking of your lifelong lips fills my days. My hate for you is the impressive bat. Now I must away with a mellow heart, Remember my wrong words whilst we're apart.