One girl once decided to go

 To a jazz-festival. Though                                                                                                           It was a bit late
 The homework could wait

 Live jazz was so worth to look for! 

(Thank you, #JazzOverVolga2015) 

My "works" do not hide anymore 

I don't know if it was my score 

It's a bit hard to show

Them to people I know
To think they will read them. What for?

Spontaneous things rule the world 

Have anyone else you this told? 

One challenge may give

New air to breathe

Is your comfort zone worth this mold?

        Are all the people the same? 

        Can you differ in this game? 

        I can't even believe.

        Are the feelings so brief? 

        Why all they can think of is fame? 

This one is about a mysterious man 

His skin didn't reach from the sun any tan 

He was very young 

But never got drunk

Prince Charming, wait, listen, let's talk, if you can...

There once was a history teacher

He had some remarkable features

He was a bit stressed

And sort of depressed

But knowledge will make us way reacher 

    There once was a boy named Jake

    His life was a sort of mistake

    But he met Samantha 

    She liked to drink "Fanta"

    And pancakes she new how to make