Treasure Island

Milo Sena


School Is Great


School is great,
And even though,
I'm always really late,
I love to go to school all day,
I'd really like to stay.

My teacher's really nice to me,
Though she always tells me off.
Since I'm always really late,
She acts like she's my boss.

I would really like to say good day...
But I have to get to school right now,
I'm 300 miles away!

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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I wrote this in year 9 and I decided to put it up.

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  • Barnabas Michael (3/8/2014 3:07:00 PM)

    I love it, ure consistent in school attendance, ur zeal never let u grow weary, ure only late but have'nt left the love u explain...Great! (Report) Reply

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