A day in school is likea piece of fruit,
sometime it turns out very sweet.
Too much work makes you wanna toot,
and my carful plans fall at my feet.
A day at work is like a cool drink,
a job well done satisfies my thurst.
One more beer and Im ready to think,
another turbo to install though its not my first.
A day driving is the best of all,
I hit the gas and watch the trees fly past.
I hit a drift without a fall,
with the blue lights behind me I knew I was too fast.
But no day has a sadder curse up on it,
than sitting here writting this stupid sonnet.
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