Played all night and slept all day
"Why dont you study?" my teacher say
Pen is a sword and book a shield
And I support violence no way
Next moment was a scale in her hand
And everyone felt sorry for violence on my hand
Although this was a daily task
I laughed so hard with a sad mask,
The One who is studious is a big fool
The only place to do mischap is school!

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