School in the beginning is said to be cool
But as time goes on you work like a mule.
In high school the days fly by.
The boys they seem to be less shy.
Some classes my just cause yawns of boredom.
In other classes all you can say is ummmm.
There's this kid who stares at me in history.
How he never blinks is a mystery.
Then there's a girl in my study hall.
You can tell that she's a girl that loves the mall.
She talks like a valley girl,
And chews her gum just like a squirrel.
Moving on I go to lunch.
Tons of people just sit in a bunch.
Food and caps always fly.
Right beneath the supervisors watchful eyes.
However every now and then,
You get spotted like a felon.
Finally it is time for gym.
I sprint on down trying not to break a limb.
In basketball they call me lil' M.J.
When I skool the guys all they can say is NO WAY
I walk to the bus with my best friend.
Finally my day has come to an end.
I have decided that i do like school.
But lets keep it on the down low and keep it cool.
