by Sarah J Beara
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I don't hate it.
But I don't like it.
Mr.C's fiery baton, his angry teeth grit,
But a friend and I have learned,
That when his back is turned,
We can write notes.
I make sure we have paper,
She gets us each a pen,
And then when we've tought of something juicey, and only then,
We give it to our faithful friend,
Who's stuck in the middle,
Of two troublesome note passers.
We read the note, have a little giggle,
And when the time is right, we erturn the little paper,
filled with our own little squiggles,
And then when band is done,
That instead of playing musical notes passing them is much more fun !
Band gets sooooo boring, this helps the time go by though.
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|Reviewed by Breanne
|LOL it was great and true i love the detail bye talk toy ou later. "In band".|
|Reviewed by Kacie Rahm
|lol, sarah u amuse and amaze me!|
|Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
|hahaha, enjoyed being naughty with you. I can remember doing the very same thing!|