School
I've tried to find a good exuse,
For me not going to school,
So I can run around all day,
And then play in the pool.
But all have been so very poor,
or else, not very fun.
I'll tell you some of my mistakes;
we'll start with number one.
This was, by far, the worst excuse,
For I was only six;
I went up to my mom and said,
"My teacher is a witch!"
Number was bad as well,
But I was only eight!
I went up to my dad and said,
"There's all these kids I hate!"
Three wasnt quite as bad,
'Cause i was ten years old,
I said my sister punched me,
But she's really not that bold
I went up to my mom again,
And cried, "I want to play!"
My mother lughed out loud and said,
"Okay! It's Saturday!"
On Sunday I thought, and thought and thought,
'Cause the next day would be school:
I'd say I had the measles....
And then go in the pool!
But all of Monday was boreing,
'Cause I just lay in bed.
I could have had a fun day at school...'
I said, inside my head.
I got up out of bed...
And then I shook my head...
My bag was pached, my lunch was made,
"I'm going to school!" I said.
From that day on I got good grades,
For all the work I'd do.
My teachers gave me good advice:
Now I'm a teacher too!