A Day In School
Eight hours a day are at school,
In most of which I act a fool.
Then I made the choice,
Why not lower my voice
And maybe for once just be cool.
I spend the whole day on my phone.
I never get out of the zone.
Not a minute does pass,
In a single class
Where my one true focus is thrown.
There once was a boy with a pen,
Its power as great as most men.
He should just write a page
But his brain’s in a cage,
He does write a word now and then.
The once was a man who could teach,
He taught as a preacher could preach.
One day he was gone
But his lessons lived on
For every kid there heard his speech.
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A collection of limericks about school.