Class of none
The old photographer was to teach a class
As everyone exclaimed, finally! At last!
He will show us how to use our cameras
Which of these buttons he prefers
Why we shall soon shoot just like he
All masters of this thing called photography
Came the day of this grand class
And one by one they slowly passed
I must go and see my little one play
Excuse me, I'm going to the river today
Another said, thirty dollars for what?
Learning to shoot from an old fart!
So the class was taught to none
And oh, we had great fun.
It's as the old framer wished it'd be
Just him teaching a class with no
Eyes seeing.
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