We always write poems on asynchronous days;
It's just our teacher's ways.
We of class 108 still want to laze;
Our brains filled with haze;
Yet our eyes are drawn to a poem;
And it keeps our gaze.
We always write poems on asynchronous days;
It's just our teacher's ways.
And now we of class 108 are in a poem phase;
And with writing we fill our days;
For we are in a poem craze.
We write of silver sleighs; sweeping through
the night,
And of Shakespeare's plays we recite.
Yes, we always write poems on asynchronous days;
Why do you ask?
Because of the poem craze?
What poem craze? For there have been none.
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