School Poem

This poem I wrote at school in about year 7 or 8 and I had it written on the back of my rough book.


Everyday I go to school,

everyday teachers are cruel,

they like to set us lots of work,

then behind our backs they stand and smirk

Everyday I eat my lunch,

everyday I sit and munch,

on apples with a juicy smile,

to satisfy my hunger for a while

Everyday I pack my rucksack,

everyday I wear my mack,

to protect against winter, wind and water,

and to look after my parents young daughter

Every school day the clocks ticks on,

like the beat of a constant drum,

everyday at school is like being in a prison,

it makes me feel so bed ridden.

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