There once was

There once was a girl called hazel,
She was born in a cradle,
She had wacky hair,
But she didn't care,
Because she was hazel ,
And she drank from a ladle.

There once was a teacher,
He had a crazy feature,
He let people stare,
But he didn't care,
For he liked his nose,
So he wrapped it in bows,
Because he was the teacher,
With the decorated feature.

There was once a girl,
Who gave physics a whirl,
She thought It'd be fun,
and she'd learn about the sun,
But she hated every lesson,
Her teacher had a physics obsession,
And with this she dropped out,
At this her parents did pout,
But she didn't care,
Her life with her friends she could share,
Because she was the girl,
Who sold diamonds and pearls,
And she didn't need physics for that!

There once was a boy called peter,
When things were tidy he'd want them neater,
People thought he was weird,
And his categorized bedroom they feared,
The doctor gave him medicine and pills,
But tidying gave him thrills,
Why should he care,
His family was aware,
That he was a boy,
And his life full of joy,
He is called peter,
Is your bedroom an neater?!

wrote this in one of my lessons because I was bored! xxx