School - Poem by Stavan Smiith
School is my favorite thing
Every day it is boring
My favorite part is when we go to jim
But, I fear that I will never get slim
Fear? Know is the word i mean.
So why even trry. Steven! I hate you! I
Will push myself until I die
But I will probably anyway die eating pie.
So I go to my friend who has very nice eyes
And I ask him to help me fly,
to become healthy.
Let me become healthy
And if you don't at least make me wealthy
So I can buy the government and make everyone like me.
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