It's 3 Am and I'm Still Up writing Your paper Explaining why you Can't seem to stick, Your commas in the Right Places.
It's 3 In the Morning and I am staring At Ollie's Baseball glove Green ink scrawled With poems Which he reads When the third innings Are dull When ***** become too trivial to Catch.
It's 3 In the Morning and I Am sick and Tired of watching You make out With Every Girl You pick up At this Phoney School.