A poem I really really wish I had recited yesterday evening.
"Tonight, tonight,
The pillow fight,
Tomorrow's the end of school.
Break the dishes, break the chairs,
Trip the teachers on the stairs.
No more pencils, no more books
No more teachers' nasty looks.
No more Latin, no more French,
No more sitting on a hard school bench.
No more homework, oh what cheer
No more school for the rest of the year!"
(Apparently a traditional sort of rhyme from the 1940s ish. Not to be recited in the post-Columbine era.)
Now I'm REALLY done with the term! I will not, however, be tripping any teachers on the stairs.
The pillow fight,
Tomorrow's the end of school.
Break the dishes, break the chairs,
Trip the teachers on the stairs.
No more pencils, no more books
No more teachers' nasty looks.
No more Latin, no more French,
No more sitting on a hard school bench.
No more homework, oh what cheer
No more school for the rest of the year!"
(Apparently a traditional sort of rhyme from the 1940s ish. Not to be recited in the post-Columbine era.)
Now I'm REALLY done with the term! I will not, however, be tripping any teachers on the stairs.
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