Josh the Wosh in Class

Oh, Josh the Wosh sat there in class

and waited for the time to pass.

He shifted left and then looked right;

He wished for sleep and peace that night.

 

Yet as he sat and thought of school,

Of all the work and things to do,

Of all the time that they would take,

His poor heart there began to break.

 

Yes, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

Filled with thoughts of force and mass,

And as the weight of school pushed down,

On his face there formed a frown.

 

The teacher thought this was quite bad,

He’d never seen a face so sad.

“Hey, Josh,” he said, “You’ll fail this course!

“You look just like a dying horse.”

 

So, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

And pondered this amazing sass.

Yet since so tired was his brain,

He simply failed to see the aim.

 

Now, at this point, his brain was spent,

And into quiet sleep, it slipped.

And so the time did finally pass

As Josh the Wosh sat there in class.

 

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