To Write a Poem For Class

In my class one day, I had to write, more work, no pay, all I wanted to do was play, but eight sentences were due today. So I sat down at my surface pro 3, to write, but nothing came to me. In the end I had to admit that I might be bad at this, just a little bit. So I was at the computer, my hands on the keys, but pretty soon I was on my knees, praying for an idea, pretty please. But not even the cherry on top gave me, that sweet, lyrical key, to regaining my lost dignity. Why couldn’t I think, of a good idea Hey wait, that rhymes, with Ikea. Finally I had a wonderful idea, about Bob’s great journey, to Ikea. But alas, it proved to be a flop, nothing quite rhymed, with a guy named Bob. The day was really almost over, my deadline about to roll me over. I was up all night ‘till I had a thought, the material I need I already got! A firsthand account, of the horror, that goes on for, an academic learner. So I sat at my desk, and broke the fourth wall, and wrote my story. I was having a ball! And so I uploaded this poem, onto the internet, for some sucker to use, on his next project.