By: Dylan Wiles
Shall I tell the tale of the tailless horse?
Her lack of such caused much remorse.
She would neigh all day,
Such a tragic display
That just left the poor horse hoarse.
There once was a student so prudent and wise,
But she one day forgot her school supplies,
So she asked her neighbor
Yet he couldn’t save her
And she then had to improvise.
Have you heard of the nerd who loved to learn?
Exorbitant workloads were of no concern.
He’d observe and inquire
And leave school inspired
While eager for his own return.
Have you met the procrastinator?
What’s due now he’ll do it later.
Who knows when
He’ll turn it in?
He’s probably lost his paper.
Sometimes Johnny Boy plays the flute
His fingers nimble and ears acute,
But if you say
Johnny can’t play
Well, he’ll say nothing, Johnny’s mute.
Mr. Wright used to write with his right hand.
Every day he’d jot notes on his night stand.
Then in October,
His hand got run over
And now his right hand won’t work right again.