This is a poem..
nah i dint know that
and it goes a little something like this...

we started yr eight on those usual days
the days of fun in different kinds of ways
it the coolest, you could say it was the best
and well lets just say friends know the rest

we were a little unsettled, you know new school
when the older yrs used to say they aren't cool
we used to be called first year bums
and that we didn't even know our sums

we thought oh we'll show them but never did
coz we were so tiny we left them and hid
well at school in yr eight we had fun
like the usual knock and run

and well this time we were all having a fight
a water balloon fight in broad day light
and we all got totally wet and satched
we rolled in the grass and itched and scratched

it started off as a little tiny fight
but then it got bigger alright
with almost everyone in the year
and some that we sometimes feared

we were all really good friends then
but things changed from way back when
we weren't so little anymore
and we mainly at friends just swore

not in a bad kind of way
in friendly kinda way
well it turned out to be a big yr for us
finding the right friends wif fuss

finding friends was definitely not easy
because well some of them were very cheesy
we finally found the right kind of friends
and we says we are til the ends

but somethings that we don't really like just happen
and many thoughts and feelings were just wack em
the teachers were strict, some we thought were mean
and we always used to think lets wipe them clean

but we got different teachers and different classes
and we used to think lets steal there big fat glasses
we always did and still do make our mean passes
and in that yr we played with different kinds of pastas

those were the days
to live life to the fullest
and the fullest in life
we have lots of yrs in life
and add on life in years

and my ending comment is...
to love each and all..
and to have no enemies at all