Grd Viii Poem by Nadeen Khalifa

GRD VIII
grade 8, what a shiny face,  
But when you stay,
You know it's real way.
Maybe good,
Great time is wonderful spot,
But never truthful,
Being unfaithful,
Making you rudeful.
I like my class,
I hate my class.
It makes me mad,
Can't know who is bad.
Want all to be good,
All to talk in good.
But they want separate,
I can't refuse it's timing it's date.
Some is good,
Loves you heartful,
Wants you right good.
Teachers are saying we are talkative,
Yes we are, we make oddful.
For me I get empressed,
When we are together,
They make me forget all pressure.
I love this selfish class,
But tries its best.
All the classes sees we are the best,
Most funny, good school guest.
Yes we are, good,
I can't deny cause am part of it.
Poem NO: 4 
Date: 28-2-2012