School Limericks

At school, I stare at his place

My heart goes at a fast pace

He looks back and then

 Like a child of ten 

I giggle at food on his face!

The bell rings and we run out the door  

The sun shines on the nice and clean floor

We tackle each other

And talk about brothers   

As our teachers sigh saying "Oh Lord,"

Writing in my writing book 

I finally sit back and look   

At this beautiful piece

My failure deceased  

As I write in my writing book.

The End

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