He
Head buried in work,
He could have gone berserk.
How he sat and read,
He is a wonderful lad.
He is knowledgeable,
Has he eaten vegetables?
Howls, groans, whine.
He does not seem kind of fine.
Homework formed a hill,
He had totally no time to kill.
Hands are always filled,
Holds a pen found on the field.
Copyright © Joel Yeap | Year Posted 2010
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