by: Sienna Wearsch

My computer class where we laugh and giggle 

Where the homework always feels like a riddle

We problem solve with technical skills

In an app called scratch we have thrills

I stay till late every day but it never feels like a crime

My classmate believes I cannot rhyme 

But this poem is a testament of my talented disposition

I’ll make sure not to end this poem with a preposition

My computer class is the best

with Mrs. Yarmesh we often jest

It’s so peaceful you never would fight

But why would you the place is just right 

Because me and my teacher always keep it tight