Very few things makes me feel as alive
Than when the summer school bell rings at 2:45
On Friday afternoon with the weekend ahead
Where I won’t have to stare at these lazy lugheads
This happens but thrice once the summer begins
When I obviously do penance for all of my sins
By babysitting those boys who failed certain classes
Because sometimes their brains were as slow as molasses
Two more Fridays and I’ll have to see them no more
And then I’ll rest for 6 weeks when I walk out the door
That is FO SHORE!