Frazzled, not dazzled, by the work today,
What was the page? What did he say?
A test tomorrow? Why exactly?
Yes, I know it all entirely factually.
He never shuts up; just talks on,
I wish had had slept before dawn!
Don't call on me, please, don't see me.
Oh, I'll probably not even get a 'B'.
I'm home, finally! Just six more
Months till I'm out the door!
YOU ARE READING
Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoesiaThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
