The Garver Room is a place quite quiet,
The room where fun goes on a diet.
It’s silent you say,
But to that I say nay,
Come on everyone, LET’S RIOT!
There are some who would say that PA
is worth only diploma day
But those in the know
Will say it ain’t so
I wrote this all, lawl JK.
Homework, that mysterious thing,
All it takes is a beep or ring.
It’s a fatal distraction,
Now to classes you’ve nothing to bring.
I wake up with a start, still in a trance,
Writing on my arm, I think it says “Lance”
Last night is a blur,
But I can infer,
Something weird happened at the Gelb Dance.
Pressure in my head not abating,
To Isham I went after debating
To ease my pain,
Yet here I remain,
Hours later, still waiting.
Sports where each athlete has their own luster,
With all the enthusiasm they can muster.
The champions compete,
At a level so elite,
It could only be known as cluster.
There once was a section called Features,
They were often scolded by preachers.
And got punished by one of the teachers.
I rose later than the sun,
Through the day I had much fun,
I’m sorry to say,
On Head of School Day,
None of my homework was done.
There once was a writer from Features,
He had homework from all of his teachers,
He couldn’t think of a rhyme,
And he ran out of time,
As a writer, he’s now stuck in bleachers.
9 AM and already fried my brains,
Trying to calculate angles on planes,
Go to Paresky,
And cry like a banshee,
When no drop of coffee remains.
There once was a girl from PKN
By scale she was clearly a ten.
She had two glaring flaws,
She had no hands, just paws,
She was a dog, and not a human.
Staff, students and vacationers (beachers),
All want to know about these magical creatures.
With looks so stunning,
And wits so cunning,
They must be writers for Features.