Lyric Poem · Funny
From Your Loudest Class
You taught us fractions, patience,
and where the commas go;
we taught you that a goldfish
can't survive show-and-tell. (We know.)
So thank you, from your loudest class,
the one you won't forget:
you said we'd grow on you like mold —
you haven't scrubbed us off yet.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“From Your Loudest Class” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/from-your-loudest-class
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