Poem : Classroom

A little poem to express how many felt when a smart alec "baotou-ed" the entire class infront of the Discipline Master.

Chances, always given,
Students, always forgiven.
They all struck with unity
But are they all guilty?

With many events unfolding
With teachers shouting and preaching,
With naughty students not listening,
With selfish people baotou-ing.

Without the textbook,
We all stand.
Without the speeches
We were sent,
To outside the class,
And to Mr Ow.
To atone our sins,
To redeem ourselves.

We are not rebellious,
We just want motivation.
We are not naughty students,
We just need recognition.
We are not lazy people,
We just want a vacation.

(I want holidays!)

With the above said,
I have to add,
We are sorry,
Not to our crimes.
But for the very evil one,
Who baotoh-ed us,
Right infront of Mr Ow.