Our school has a motto,
which is to think and grow.
As the bell rings,
Down we go to the netball court,
as fast as lightning,
to play soccer with bottles.
There is Mrs tan reprimanding
sweaty and smelly students,
commanding them to stand outside,
and they couldn't.
After a long teaching session,
could we play and play and play?
No! Supplementary was pre-booked,
as much as i knew.
Friends i had a lot,
but not much was truthful.
They think i am a fool,
but were wrong as i proved.
Hope you will like my poem...
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I like your poem as its interesting.Your primary school life was very much like mine except for instead of playing soccer,we like to play catching as there were lots of staircases to run away.My teacher also scold us when we are sweaty but did not ask us to go out.If we go out to stand,she will call us "outstanding students" as outstanding = out standing(outside class standing)
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