Poem about high school boys

 High school boys, a peculiar bunch,

With their antics and energy, they create a fun crunch.

They roam the hallways, a rowdy pack,

Leaving chaos in their wake, there's no turning back.

Their backpacks sag with heavy loads,

Filled with forgotten assignments and snacks that explode.

They strut and swagger, thinking they're cool,

Running late to class, like they're breaking the rules.

Their hairstyles change with every passing trend,

From messy bedhead to the perfect faux hawk blend.

They experiment with facial hair, oh what a mess,

Patchy attempts at beards, causing much distress.

Sports are their kingdom, their playground of might,

They chase balls and trophies, in a competitive fight.

They dream of glory, of making the winning score,

But sometimes trip over their own feet, crashing to the floor.

Their conversations revolve around video games,

Discussing strategies, achievements, and virtual fame.

They sit hunched over screens, lost in their digital land,

Ignoring the world around them, controllers in hand.

Oh, high school boys, their appetites are grand,

Eating entire pizzas with a wave of their hand.

They devour snacks, their stomachs a bottomless pit,

Leaving crumbs and wrappers, not giving a bit.

But amidst the chaos and the teenage noise,

High school boys are filled with dreams and joys.

They have hearts that beat with passions deep,

And friendships forged, memories to keep.

So let's not judge them solely on their teenage ways,

For they're growing and learning, through the high school maze.

High school boys, a work in progress, it's true,

With laughter and mischief, they'll make it through.

Nadia Nizam