IT Emergency lesson 3

The poet is thinking back on his primary school days and missing those days. He remember all about his primary school life. Recalling his younger days make the poet feel sad that those days were over. Those were the days where he and his friend do things, good or bad, together. I, too, miss my primary school days. I remember eating and playing with my closest group of friends, and making teachers mad at us, all for the sake of fun. But our teachers know that we don't mean bad, just being mischievous. So I've created a poem on Primary school life. Enjoy!

Primary school days
Aren't like hay.
They ain't so dry
But quickly went by.

We played together,
and ate together.
We loved the laksa,
but not the salsa. (I'm referring to the sauce, not the dance!)

We made teachers mad
By being oh so bad.
The scolding was worth,
cause we've got her nerve.

Primary school days
Aren't like hay.
They ain't so dry
But quickly went by.