I Am a Summer Poet

I am a summer poet, I cannot write during school, And just however hard I try I end up like a fool. But when vacations start, Ideas begin to bloom And then I start to write Until there is no more room. I am a summer poet, I really do not know why, When I try to think at school, Million other things come by - As I start writing a poem, I make a list to rhyme, That reminds me of English class Which is due in just some time When I want to think of a title, All that comes to my mind, Are the names my teacher would call me, Because my book I could not find. Even if I am almost ready, Meddling with my pen to think, The pen just breaks out open, Blotting the whole paper with ink. I am a summer poet, I cannot write during school, And just however hard I try I end up like a fool.