School days bring refreshing memory,
Of which ,I am going to tell a story,
Those days were full of fun and frolic,
We were always up t o rollick,
Mischiefs and pranks were our way,
Leading to a chaotic sway,
We were a group of bugbear,
Inflicting a harmless tear,
Our teachers were unaware,
As we remained a feigned scare,
As every story has to end,
We were caught red hand,
Lest our teachers fury caused,
A curse “Get lost”.
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