What Keats Might Have Said (If He Went to My School):

In this, my friends, I’ll be brief.

School is a bore,

And feels like a chore

Instead of before,

When I loved to explore

What was in store.

There was knowledge galore

And now, I implore

Each day is a war,

For class I ignore

I don’t go anymore.

My money I pour

Don’t check my test score

My head’s a dull roar,

And school makes me snore

So let’s go to war,

And rebel some more

“It’s on!” will we roar

As we even the score,

With our once paramour

And school will be nevermore.

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