French Class

by Ellis   Jun 16, 2008


So The Pips Are Ringing Out
And Off To French We Go,
Trying To Waste Some Time
Walking Very, Very Slow.

Each Step Taking Forever
Cos We Knew What Was Next,
Some Short Bird With Glasses
Handing Out French Text.

Pronouncing All Our Names Wrong
And Moaning We Had No Pen,
Getting Us To Shout Out French
And Count From 1 To 10.

What She Failed To Figure
Was We Really Didnt Care,
Throwing Rubbers Around The Room
And Rocking On Our Chair.

Then The Class Goes To Silent
Because We Know The Pips Are Due,
I Bet The Teacher Just Cant Wait
Till The Next Time That We Come Through.

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  • 16 years ago

    by adroit

    Funny poem. 5/5