English Class Nightmare
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.
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