The Face Girl
So I wake up every morning at five thirty,
Have to take a shower, I feel so dirty.
Get dressed and off I go to the bus,
Every morning tired and sad but I
Don’t make a fuss.
Have to get to the bus stop early and wait,
Don’t really mind accept for the people
In their cars, they are the ones I hate.
Finally arrived, a half hour before school starts,
Sit down and “Face” walks by and farts.
Turn on the computer and pull out my books,
And watch them all give “Face” dirty
looks.
You see “Face” rides a bike to school
But we all know it’s a cover
for her “witch’s” broom. And
that’s because of the way
she acts in the classroom.
Geez all she seems to do it itch and nag
No one cares “Face” your just an
some old hag.
At least there isn’t a dull moment here,
But if I get annoyed
I’m gonna flick her in the ear.
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