School

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School

I've tried to find a good exuse,   

For me not going to school, 

So I can run around all day,    

And then play in the pool.

 

But all have been so very poor, 

or else, not very fun.  

I'll tell you some of my mistakes;   

we'll start with number one.

 

This was, by far, the worst excuse,     

For I was only six; 

I went up to my mom and said, 

"My teacher is a witch!"

 

Number was bad as well,  

But I was only eight!

 I went up to my dad and said,

"There's all these kids I hate!"

 

Three wasnt quite as bad,                                                                                      

'Cause i was ten years old,

I said my sister punched me,

 But she's really not that bold

 

I went up to my mom again,

And cried, "I want to play!"

My mother lughed out loud and said,

"Okay! It's Saturday!"

 

On Sunday I thought, and thought and thought,

'Cause the next day would be school:

I'd say I had the measles....

And then go in the pool!

 

But all of Monday was boreing,

'Cause I just lay in bed.

I could have had a fun day at school...'

I said, inside my head.

I got up out of bed...

And then I shook my head...

My bag was pached, my lunch was made,

"I'm going to school!" I said.

 

From that day on I got good grades,

For all the work I'd do.

My teachers gave me good advice:

Now I'm a teacher too!

 

 

                                                                                 

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