There once was a classroom on view,
Tiny flags and new notebooks askew;
While the board, far from bored, held debate,
ProPublica filed a sharp update,
A class action that schooled the whole crew.

There once was a class in July
that asked, "Can we learn, not just fry?"
With degrees on degrees,
they add shade, water, A/Cs—
and shift hours early to comply.

In the Sunshine State, lessons are scored,
As politics reshapes what’s adored;
With vouchers in flight,
And standards rewrit,
The board leaves the students quite bored.

When time-out turned closets too grim,
The feds took a class action—no whim;
They’re probing with might,
On students’ civil rights,
When principals lose their principles’ trim.

A charter once charted a scheme
To school through a screen-streamed regime;
Lessons Zoomed, sleek and tight,
Yet disability rights
Met doors with a lock-screened theme.