Boy, do I wish I could tell you

That your class is such a bore,

And that you are one of the few

Who can really make me snore.

Your lectures are so long,

And your tests are all so hard,

And I think it's oh so wrong

For you to make me feel like a 'tard.

But I really have to say,

Despite all of your flaws,

You are nice to me all day,

And I thank you for actually wearing bra's.

I wouldn't suggest letting it go to your head,

After all, your class is the one I think about before I go to bed.

And after everything has been said,

It could be worse, at least i'm not dead.