
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of our school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We barbequed the principal and ate her after school
The saints go marching on!
Glory, glory, halleluja!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I shot her through the floor with an M44
Now the teacher don't teach no more!
*Taught to me by a girl in 6th grade. Seems a bit more violent then Mr. Jums' version
( , Mon 15 Aug 2005, 2:05, Reply)
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