Class in the Ditch

A light-hearted adios

The boy came down to school to throw out all the rules
The teacher says your little head is full of rocks
The class erupts, pulls all the stops, it’s time to fool.
Inside the blinds take time to find their way back home
Classroom mice steer clear of fights and seek to sleep some.
Half hour later the clock is faded and moans
15 past four rebel some more keep the score floored
30 past five cannot rewind, this ain’t no bore
Ms. Smith now sighs, and starts to cry, out fly some groans.
Bill D agrees to take a pee, enhance the lore.