When i was in School,
i was always looking cool.
When i become hotter,
i drank some water.
As i become older,
i became so colder.
I was not so Naughty,
because i used to do Quitely.
Madam used to check my Neatness,
i used to think about her Rightness.
Never did any Mischief,
because i was the Chief.
Sharp, Blunt was my Mind,
which i forgot to Grind.
Sleeping under the Desk,
Put the class under the Test.
Cheating was the Crime,
Dreaming was the Prime.
Carrying books was not my Hobby,
Tearing books made me Happy.
I used to eat Chalk,
while we used to Talk.
Rhymes were making me Bored,
Stories were making me Stored.
At the time of Lunch,
we used to eat some Munch.
I never used to Share,
because they never used to Care
I did nothing Even,
because i was looking odd.
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