Class time

Mr. D was staring nervously at Billy Bob.
Something was very strange with him.
It was like he was high with drugs.
But no, of course he wouldn't do that.
Billy Bob was just bouncing around too much.
Asking questions that had obvious answers.
"What color is the sky?"
"What is our school name?"
"Why is art so borinig?"
and
"Do you honestly read Harry Potter?"
(yes of course Mr. D did)
ok, well atleast art time was over....
