Days at school
My Days at School
My days at school pass by fast,
Like a car zooming past.
My days at school pass by boring,
Like an old man snoring.
Oh, How I wish I was dreaming,
Instead of at school close to screaming.
Everywhere is a little loud,
And I’m trying to escape to my little cloud.
Sitting here with a notebook,
And having a blank look.
12 years is a lot of study,
Especially without a buddy.
My teacher is screaming,
Breaking up me and my daydreaming.
Waiting for it all to stop,
So I don’t drop.
Down on the ground,
Wanting to hear no more sound.
But I am still here, not joyously singing,
Instead my ears are ringing.
But guess who? I fooled you.
I’m a student getting good grading,
And I keep everyone from raiding.
My bubble that I keep so tight,
So everything is alright.
Yes I learn about Phylum,
Even though it seems I might be in a Asylum.
That’s all for now,
So I’ll take a bow.
But remember that school maybe bad,
But don’t be sad.
Get a friend, have fun,
Only seven hours till you get ing the sun.
Go to school,
Even though it’s not cool.
Because at the end through it all is a disasterous wake,
Where all you get for hard work is a piece of paper and a handshake.
But don’t lose your head,
Cuz your gathering memories instead.