my teacher

Writting these lines for my book with the view, My respected teacher, i let my homework still on due. Years have passed, memories of the class remain, Humour cracks on, fun begins all in the vain. Secret of the boys, may had been hidden form the sight, But revealing those boys, just isn't my delight. folks have a crush, it's straight on the view What's new on that view? when you already knew.