Tick, tock, tick, tock,
All students watching the clock,
To pass the time, some turn behind,
And talk to their friends.
Others do their work,
And wait for the days end.
But it's only an hour til noon,
In the dreary highschool classroom.
Numbers merge with letters,
And fractions screw their minds
And the teacher, having degrees of fun,
Thought it would be great
To confiscate
The phone of only one.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI suck with creative titles so if anyone has any suggestions feel free to tell me. Yup, this is full of poems.
