So I always sit around
Complaining in my head
And I always play around
Until I feel academically dead
So when I got home
I thought I could do it
But time came and all I did was roam
And soon, the shoe didn't fit
As I write this poem now
I have much to do
Not much as in many cow
But much as in it's soon to be due
And this 'much' that I have
No matter as I feel and irk
Oh, have a snake bite my calve
I still have homework!
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM POEMS
PoetryThe title says it ALL Literally cuz I was bored and wrote some poems....(nods to self)
