Prom Dates

Year 11 is awful, exams draw near, GCSE's, coursework make my future unclear But all thoughts of exams are gone, My Priority is a date for the prom I got to school and told my mates, If were going to prom, we must find dates, They all nodded, and said "he's right," "So we'll all have dates by five tonight!" I went to the yard, and started low, I went to the ugly ones, and said "Hello" But they all said no, as I used my charm, One of them tried to break my arm! I then tried the library, I like smart girls, At least there's brains beneath their curls, But I was thrown out before too long, I couldn't work out what I did wrong, I went to the yard, felling bad, If I went alone, I'd look pretty sad, But that looked likely, as I was not cool, I'd just looked like a flaming fool It started to rain, so we all went inside, I stood by the radiator, and started to dry, A girl came over, so I moved up, She smiled at me, but I'd given up, I decided to give it one last try, I didn't want to let my hopes die, I asked out, she said "yes" She needed a date like me, I guess, We went to the prom, and had an awful night, She was dead boring, and not very bright, But she was pretty, so I was the fool, I had the worst date in the entire school, But she was the best i had, My mates had none, so they looked sad, I offered her to them, so I could get free, She was OK, but just not for me