Wednesday, April 20, 2011

ROOM 15 POEM

It started out as a tiny room, about a year ago you needed a broom.
Now you need several things to clean to it clings.
It was called room 14 until the class lost there temper in november by jumping of tables.
We lost our furniture,She was right then we got in to many fights.
Now you may call it luck I think i got stuck.

HAPPY EASTER

Happy easter everybody, hopefully you all get lots of chocolate and eggs on sunday.