Oh come to my school!
Come enter through the bushes.
There goes, our bell,
swinging like a monkey.
My friends laugh and play
Teachers smile and sing
My spirit grows up high
Soon becoming an oak tree.
We nudge and hush
As teachers crush
Leaves of homework
In blue and white patchwork.
Calculator numbers are vines
Tangling up in my brain
Eventually they curl
And knot as I go insane
The book is humid
Cooling my mind fast
Then it gets sticky
So I close the book at last.
Sometimes we howl
Sometimes we chirp
But we'll always stay
Among these oak trees.
Thank you for reading:) if you liked it dont forget to R and R hehehe thank you <3
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
That's my schooldays!
PoesíaAn lively expression of feelings of what happens typically in a school-subjects that are hard for the student to cope with, teachers raging...