This is the poem I made for my home learning assignment 2
No offense to any teachers who read that lessons are boring. It's just my imagination.
This poem is about the difference in reaction of the students between lesson time and break time.
It's eight in the morn,
When reading is gone.
Students starts to mourn,
When teachers come to class.
Lessons are dry,
Whenever it's time.
But students are flies,
They fly into dreamland.
But when it's half past nine,
Cheers could be heard.
Not only from the classes of mine,
But from the others too.
After half of an hour,
It's back to lessons again.
Cheering that had before flowered,
Would start to wither again.
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