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Boring techer


Oh how i hate the way you stand and teach.

we dont want to listen to you preach.

 

The way you talk is boring.

Its just the beginging of class and this kid is snoring!

 

I'm afraid to sleep in your class.

It may come back and bite me in the A**.

 

I'm still sitting here wide awake,

With a major headache!

 

No one wants to listen to you anymore.

So why don't i show you out the door. 

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