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I'm tired of their endless chatter,
Those girls in my 1st block class.
They never so shutup, it seems,
So I shut my eyes and will time to pass.
This one is brushing her hair,
That one is painting a long nail.
If they don't be quiet now,
They won't pass the class, they'll fail!
This class is to be taken seriously,
It's to help with life after school,
But they don't have a care in the world,
They just want to look cool.
The tall one is loud and stupid,
And known for her shiny forehead.
Nothing she says is intelligent,
I swear her brain is dead!
The blonde one is silly
And has alot of "boy issues".
Her face is always red from crying,
And in her hands are lots of tissues.
An itty bitty girl also sits with them.
She plays softball and isn't too bright
She loves to laugh and snort...
If you asked her what day it is, she'd say "Night."
Then there's the short redhead
Who had a baby a few months back.
She's always talking about her kid,
Her pre-baby body isn't all she lacks.
And lastly, there's the tall brunette,
But all she has is her pretty face.
Everybody thinks she's so beautiful,
But she's actually a serious nut case.
** I wrote this poem this morning in my 1st block class (Nursing Education). I swear, listening to their conversations has lowered my IQ... lol jk
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