Monday, May 24, 2010

School Day Poem

School is like a prison,
a chamber of tortue,
where everyday is work,
and there is no pleasure.

Wake up early everyday,
just to get to school.
One minute late,
and that's the end of you.

Sit up straight and shut your mouth,
when the teacher talks.
If you disobey,
you'll become barbecue pork.

So that's the life in school,
always full of rules,
and never-ending worksheets,
flying straight at you!

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