Beautiful phase of life frames in teenage,
if i am wrong then you can ask stone age.
the moment that i spare with my friends,
are only the moment which have no end.
here i go with my dot story of holy cross,

me too crossing through the journey of same
my name is miss mingle and i love to jumble
every next day to school i walk on air,
my days with my classmates like gear in stairs.

watching clock between talks,
to pass period anyway.
bell in ears like a long after hell,
go Mr. professors we just wanted to say.

after hearing lunch, i waddle for snacks
oh! no energy left give me some relax
here comes Mr. English and say, don’t be selfish,
come up with your answers and don’t obey your manners. 🙂

how can i say, i feel like every end of day,
like a farewell i swag, my friends my life.