Poem (School Life)

Sitting in class

Thinking of my past

I hear the school bell sound

And I slowly place my feet on the ground

Waddling slowly to class

All I hear

Is “Pull up your Socks “

And “do your tie up”

These restrictions

There becoming the teachers addictions

When the bell sounds

So does the teachers’ lounge

When the Kids cry

The teachers laugh and sigh

Then homework comes in

“It mostly ends up in the bin”

The subjects are bad

The teachers are always mad

This school is just such a drag?

The End

By Andrew Jerogin