Ever found 9-E

No one can beat a mass-

Of students in my class

You can find everyone distinct;

And now some are extinct;

So why go disquiet

Maybe it is for our right

When we act as book-readers,

Teachers are lip-readers.

We have a hell of codes

And talk standing near the doors.

We impart loads of matters

No one in my class is hatters.

It was hard for me to recoup

Which was pulling me like a rope;

We are not nasty by nature,

And yet teachers are ready to put signature.

All times we were lippy-

And also we shouted “yippee!”

Teachers- The best set ever got

And we miss them a lot.

I used to think about the past

And never has it stood last

When I missed my gang

It was really a big pang,

Nothing is impossible

When to my eyes my friends are visible!