First, I start off this short, simple poem
In a tune just like being at home
Where love and ideas freely roam
In a place, fluffy and soft like foam.
Verbals, gone away with summer wind,
Brought back, by a teacher determined
To help us students to learn the past,
And ultimately make all we studied last.
We had the great Shakespeare shake us next,
He twisted our plain minds through his text!
The story of lovers, with ill fates,
Their sad love shook heaven's very gates.
We were told, and we acted it out,
It? It means the text I talked about.
How did we do? We failed mis'rably,
But our teacher consoled us considerably.
Next up, we had tenses and a poem.
About all things that has beauty and form.
We needn't worry, it's just the norm.
To know all the verbs' typical form.
Bright with anticipation and life,
The English class is just always right,
Their seats, no dark holes nor sleepy nights,
That fill these students with strange delight.
Fin.
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