School Days

This is just a silly poem I wrote when I was bored....I haven't really tried to perfect it or anything, and it's not very good :P

School Days
by Anna

I sit at my desk from dawn until dark,
Drumming my fingers and tapping my feet,
Thinking of, wishing for, some kind of lark.
Wishing for a break, some fun, a nice treat.

The alarm starts ringing at six in the morning,
The sun’s barely up yet, so why should I be?
I whine and I groan, I’m twisting and turning,
It’s true: on school days, I’m real far from free.

I’m up and I’m at’em, or so I should be…
Please, five more minutes, maybe just ten?
But the textbooks are calling, beckoning me,
So I gather my notebooks and my most favorite pen.

I’ll delve into my history first, I valiantly say,
’Cause the sooner it’s over the better for all.
I open the textbook and jump into the fray.
It’s about the ancient kingdoms and how they fall.

Once that’s over, I’ve got my English to do,
Diagrams, interjections, objects of prepositions,
Writing papers and almost wishing I had the flu.
I think maybe school kids should start some petitions!

No school when we’re tired, or when we feel down,
Lots of breaks, lots of vacations, more holidays too!
Lots of shopping and larking and going to town!
We’d have fun from dawn till dusk, it’s true!

But till then, I guess I’m stuck here till Saturday.
Here with my science, my Latin…my studies.
But when Saturday comes around, (come soon, I pray!)
I’ll just sit back and relax, have fun with my buddies.