The clock ticks as slow as ever.
I feel like I've been sitting here forever.
Though I'm getting bored, the teacher doesn't seem to be to clever.
Kids is the back, begin to play never have I ever.
I lay my head down and began to weep.
Some children are so bored, they begin to sleep.
Perfume can be smelled so faint and cheep.
The teacher gets angry, now no one is allowed to make a peep.
He crosses my mind, I feel like it's fate.
Just a few more hours, and I can pass through hell's gate.
The bell rings, students flood the hall, I start to run, trying not to be late.
Soon as I arrive, I get tons of food on my plate.
The comfort of the room, smells of pumpkin spice.
He wraps his arms around me, so warm and nice.
Even though Im happy I'm beginning to think twice.
I hear a small noise through the hall, as though there were tiny
mice.
I've made up my mind, I've decided to stay.
I'm left here thinking, wishing the bad thoughts would just go away.
They get the dominoes out, and began to play.
Soon I will be sent home to sleep, and repeat the same day.
So this is my story, I hope it didn't give you a fright.
I'm making my beding, and turning off the light.
I lay down and here a paint voice.
I whisper to myself, to have a good night.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHere is a books of some poems. My poems are something that I'm thinking at that moment. Sometimes they don't make since or they do. It's what ever. But here is where I've decided to put them.
