An Ode to High School:

High School, oh High School,
I truly will miss
The glorious days
Of true, high school bliss

Days full of notes
And quizes galore,
Hours of lectures
That never did bore

Followed by evenings
Of work done at home
Invariably causing
Fried-brain syndrome

And of course weekends
With options abounding
So many ways to sin
Its somewhat astouding

Then right back to Monday
5 more days of classes
That swept right by you
As fast as molasses

4 years of this heaven
such wonderful days
of teachers like angels
with flower bouquets

and books like good friends,
never leaving your side
and tiny, stiff desks
in which your ass did confide

So farewell high school
and all you entail
With you in my heart
I shall always prevail

Thank you dear friend
for the moments we shared
I always knew
how much you cared

I will think of thee fondly
with each passing day
despite the truth
that you're SO FREAKING GAY.