Back To School
Back to School, on the first day
there will be no going out to play
pen and paper is all you need
no books or backpacks or lockers, you see
just crowded hallways for you and me
fighting the crowd to get to your next class
meeting new teachers,
wow what a blast!
Some you like and some you don’t
especially that weird old bloke
who tries to say everything in one stroke
and turns so red he make YOU choke
with worry of course because what it happening is SO NOT funny . . .
WHATEVER! You just can’t stop laughing
uh-oh so now he’s mad
you’ve set yourself, for the year
now to face you worst fear
a teacher who will pick on you for the rest of the year
Copyright © Danielle Davis | Year Posted 2005
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