Alright I assume everyone has found time

to comeplete their poem?

Except for Mr....Donner

[Laughter]

who has an excuse

[Laughter|

Shaft! Loose the glasses.

[Low giggles from the class]

Alright anyone brave enough to read

theirs aloud?

I will

Lord here we go...

[Walking sounds]

[Ruffles papers]

[Clears throat]

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big, dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick.

It even makes me rhyme!

[Sigh]

I hate it...

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh.

Even worse when you make me cry.

[Voice breaks]

[Sniffle, deep breath]

[Between tears]
I hate it when you're not around.

And the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way

that I don't hate you.

[sniffle]

Not even close.

[sigh]

[Between tears] 
not even a little bit...

[Voice breaking] not even at all.

[Soft music]