Ode to History Class
Oh, mildly important class
Where I watch boring videos
Of patriots and villains and heroes,
I waste away sitting on my . . .
Rump.
I understand the value
Of avoiding Hitler’s mistakes!
I can even see why you
Would want an exciting new take
On wars and politics of old.
But I hate doing what I’ve been told,
The papers and projects and horrors
Known as homework.
I can deal with Scandinavian folklore;
I actually enjoy the teacher’s quirks.
But what I cannot EVER comprehend
Is the time which I must always spend
On cursed assignments, for what bad luck! Scoff
At the teacher, to whom I say . . .
Buzz off.
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