|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
the dread of class
Contributed by
hardcoreputa
on
Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 03:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
|
As I get out of bed I head out the door,
On my way to school to learn something more.
I sleepily walk into Mrs. Fuelings class,
15 minutes late and without a pass.
Once in my seat I here our homework is due,
So I scramble for a pen and some paper too.
And then. Right there, who should I see?
None other than Mrs. Fueling, peering down at me.
The dreaded words follow “your homework please”
And so I ponder some excuses and apologies.
“Sorry I did the wrong assignment” id say,
Or “I did it but it's at home today”
I might try “me and my sis got eachothers stuff”
But I ponder if she would call this bluff.
And alas I remember my homework is done,
Out of my bag, in the pile, and this battle is won.
Copyright ©
hardcoreputa
... [
2003-02-28 03:20:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: the dread of class
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 11:53:32 AM AEST (User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Very interesting. I remember feeling that dread when I hadn't done my homework. Very good poem!! sleepless_siren |
|
|
|