Mock Poem

November 6, 2009
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Mock Poem
By group 1

Today we are writing of plosives,
This assignment is really bad,
Mr. Ficke is explosive,
It isn't very sad.

The students want to rebel,
To Mr. Ficke we all compell.

Don't let anything stop you,
Let your horse be your guide,
Feel inspiration from your hair to your shoe,
Ain't nothing gonna break my stride.

Aim for the stars,
But don't get stuck behind bars.

Nothing will get in your way,
Just make sure you don't keep your horse at bay.

Now we are the Laughing stock,
Of this class we all mock.

-The End-

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