| | and heres a poem i wrote in english. i wrote it in 15 min. thats why its kinda crappy.
Bad day at school
You wake up to start the day,
You already know,
It wont end your way.
You get on the bus,
It stops for a train,
Will the ride end?
It’s starting to rain.
The bus pulls into school,
Dirt turns to mud,
You wore your good shoes,
And now there just crud.
In your first class,
You forgot your pen,
Nothing to write with,
When will it end?
You jack a pencil,
From the desk,
The teacher saw you,
Man she’s a pest.
Lunchtime now,
The chicken is cold,
The bread is moldy,
And the milk is old.
Fifth hour now,
With old man Valdez,
I slept in his class,
Well you know the rest.
I got a detention,
The teacher wasn’t nice,
I was talking too loud,
Now it’s a day in ice.
I go to the ice room,
I sit in my seat,
Trying to stay awake,
Is a great feat.
Last hour now,
Were in the home stretch,
They let me back to class,
Its intro to tech.
I get my white shirt dirty,
Its beond repair,
I want to go home,
With some leisure to spare.
I get on the bus,
It’s the same old scene,
All the kids are making fun,
Geeze they are mean.
I walk in the door,
“how was your day?”
“very good, mother,”
I wearily say.
I go to my room,
Such a bad day,
I go to bed knowing, Ill do it all again, the very next day.
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| | Posted 4/26/2005 5:27 PM - 1 view - 14 comments
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