by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: August 27, 2008

FAIRLY FAST FOODS

Flying food may fill the air,
As little growing hands
Fling fish sticks, fries and other fare,
Mid faculty demands.

Forty freshmen hit the floor,
Fearing for their lives.
Fifty upperclassmen roar,
Passing round high-fives.

Furious, the teachers call
For an end to fun
Finding faulters, one and all,
Fleeing on the run.

Four upcoming Fridays spent,
In detention's queue
Finally, the guards relent:
"See you in a few!"

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