A Poem : Boring Class

Boring Class


It made me frown

None of these classes are fun

It made me down

It is harder to say than done


I feel another hour pass

And yet I can't come up with any finds

They say our minds are like sponges, but alas

Someone had shut the blinds


It was really hard to say

All of us were yawned

There isn’t something better

That we wanted to go away


We don’t wanna be in class again

We want to be free from the class

We want to go away

Away

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