McDonalds Mishap

Sorry, people. I
know I have hardly written in ages. Finals are kicking my butt. However, more on that later.
In the meantime, enjoy this poem/song, set to the beat of the beloved TV show Fresh prince of Bel-Aire

In North Philadelphia where the Temple Owl plays, On the bell tower is where I spend most of my days

Chillin out maxin and relaxing all cool, glad our football team no longer looks like fools

When a coupla sirens were heard down the street, we poked out our heads to take a peek

There was one crazy lady in a fast food chain & we all were kinda scared, but she was then moved with the police to the county jail

We retreated to the room when the ruckus died down, we were pondering what happened with a slight frown

If anything I could say that this school is risky, but I thought “Nah forget it, our school’s pretty frisky”