High School

 High School

I already attend the school of my dreams

For I could never hope for another

It is mine and always makes me beam

Although us kids we are confined

To the classrooms’ walls

We have as much fun as ever possible

In class and in the halls

It has classes filled with made up words

on desks and on walls yes classes filled with made up words

Like your’ll and bref (plural breef)

Our serious faces don’t last for long

And our grave discussions are quite brief

At break one cannot possibly conceive

What goes through our minds

But you will never ever want to leave

When you enjoy this fun, fun time

The students are hilarious

We laugh and joke and play

The teachers sometimes join in too

Our lunch is like a fun day out

Or I guess I should say in

We talk about lacrosse games

And if we think we know who’ll win

In last period we watch the clock

We count down ten, nine, eight

When we finally get the timing right

We rush out we don’t wait

My school lifts up my spirits

Like a long lost love come home

And as long as I reside here

I’ll never be alone

High School