Those in the front continued groaning,
The teacher, oblivious, went on droning.

While I sat and listened, getting tired,
Thinking that she should've retired,

And looked about for something fun.
Finally spotted the water gun,

Being fired off by the quarterback,
At the same girl who was just attacked,

By the class clown and his rubber chicken,
As library dwellers read Charles Dicken.

Then there was nerdy Sammy McGhee,
Who knew the dictionary from A to Z.

Sat there with slime on his head,
Should've studied social skills instead.

Emo kids were screaming, the goth despair,
While preppy cheerleaders flip their hair.

Meanwhile, Anime fans all scream on and on
Over a glossy picture of someone drawn

The trumpets sounded, the flutists blew
While the punks knocked desks askew.

So I thought, another nice day . . . that is, until,
Someone knocked off the principle's toupee.