SCHOOL DAY YAY

POEM ABOUT SCHOOL YAY-
Out of my bed I drag myself,
Reluctant as can be.
I whack the alarm that’s on my shelf,
Annoying as a flea.
I eat my breakfast and have a shower,
Time to go to school.
I’m still asleep – out of power,
A tired, yawning fool.
I get myself to English class,
And join my crazy group.
Our teacher – she won’t take no sass –
Smells coffee grounds she’ll scoop.
Now I get to have some fun,
To Japanese I go.
It’s called “The Land of the Rising Sun,”
A I U E O
Next I get to make a movie,
Lights, Cameras, Action!
Film class really is quite groovy,
A very artsy attraction.
Finally I get a break,
Hooray! It’s lunchtime now!
A lot of noise my friends and I make,
While we eat some decent chow.
Then Chemistry, oh Chemistry,
I do dislike it so.
Chemistry, oh Chemistry,
The class just moves so slow.
For this next class I have to think,
And read a lot of books.
Into my chair I tend to shrink,
When getting funny looks.
Finally my final class,
“Intro Analysis”
Jessica will kick Paul’s ass,
And maybe start to hiss.
THE END.