Something not very good I wrote angrily in Social Studies.
Once upon a midmorn freezing, I found my patience was decreasing, From the room of id'yits teasing, Teasing 'round the topmost floor.
Whilst my classmates then were buzzing, My patience they were slowly crushing, My aching head didst set to puzzling, Puzzling on that topmost floor
Starbucks lattes they were drawing, Like a seagull they were squawling, All the while I was thinking, All about that topmost floor.
Though scolded they were not silent, Giggles, cackles ever strident, My mood was nearly turning violent, To clobber all that topmost floor.
Our teacher nobly didst remind us, Of our morals, in hope to bind us, But alas, indeed the virus, Soon returned to that topmost floor
Yet again, my head was aching, And my sanity set to shaking, Such that I resigned to hearing, Imbeciles, evermore!
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