Period Piece
My simplest time looked like sixth period shuffling along with no enthusiasm Our pleated skirts had seen better days our braids swayed after us in a defiant trail Heads tipped in raucous laughter Though I couldn't recall the joke It was everything, I suppose... A dry cheese sandwich split four ways after a long day is still the best thing I've ever tasted I do not think the sun shone upon us brighter then Nor the load we carried were any lighter It was just Tuesday We thought it would never end And tomorrow, we'd start all over again