9 June 2012
You are loathed by all.
All our grades shall fall-
Leaf during autumn
When they just oughtn',
If you are not done..
You are all but fun,
Uninspiring, rude,
Rather old and crude.
Teachers breathe you life.
Children want a knife
Cut you up to die.
You won't tell a lie
Even to save lives.
Throw you into bee hives,
Is what we would like.
We need a pay hike,
For completing you.
Sticking with some glue,
Painting paper pink
Will not help us think.
You are our homework-
Dirty little smirk.
Student's Bane • Opuss № I