highschool
There once was four students
Who all came together
For a project that requires thought and prudence
In a class taught by Ms.Fether
We’ll begin with the jock
Who’s as dumb as a rock
Next there’s the dumb blonde
Of who many are fond
Then there’s the one who’s in love with art
In art fairs her work is shown
Let’s not forget the one who has a big heart
But is always found alone
The blond just stared at the clock
As the did the clueless jock,
The artist wanted to make a model of a brain
And the loner didn’t complain
It had to be done in a week
But the blond and the jock were lazy
So they’re chances looked bleak
And that drove that drove the loner and artist crazy.
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