I will miss the art,
But not the farts.
I will miss the recces,
But not the stress.
I won't miss it being like a jail,
And the food is so stail.
Miss Brion will always be a jewel,
And is never cruel.
We always have many tests,
And never any time to rest.
We have to have our initials,
To be so offical.
There will be things I will miss,
But I will never give kisses.
The memories will always linger,
And always leave a stinger.
By: Lilly Houseknecht
Categories:
recces, school,
Form: Quatrain