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9th Grade Maturity Methinks I’ll never write a poem That’s even close to perfect form It’s oft been said that I’m a fool For all my life I hated school At rhyming I am not the best And meter’s too much like a test So you will just have to endure My attitude so immature To would be teachers who’re out there I’ll say what upset Old LePere In my 9th grade algebra class If you don’t like it, “Kiss my ass!” (I was only kiddin’ Mr. LePere honest! It just slipped out! I was talking to Sam! It wasn’t me!) |
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Sorry! I couldn't resist!
Perhaps it's more like 6th grade?
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