Buster

There is a weird boy in my math class.

He is trying very hard not to pass

I cannot believe that he is still on the chair

when his head is so full of hot air

He thinks I am hurt by his wise cracks

but he dose not hear my comebacks

Listen up if you are wise

and just try to visualize

If the gentlemen would get off his high horse

and try to concentrate on the course

He might see there is a better way

by trying not to stay

It is hard to tell when that might be

But I guess we'll have to wait and see

If you are awake, enough to understand

Try to get your ship to land

I know it is not fun to hang around

And keep your feet on the ground

You cannot use that as your plea

when the judge says what will it be.

When you come off your cloud,

Try not to be too loud

There are those of us who try our best

And do not want to be bothered by the rest

Now I am done

And I have had my fun

I wish you luck

And I hope that you get unstuck

When you finally move on

I will already be gone

For this I will not be sad

That is just too bad

Here is to you my fellow Buster

It is too bad you are not a nut cluster.