Joey, a kid in my class

• Katherine Stevens, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

There was a boy called joey,
he's in my class at school.
But when we try to talk to him
he says that he's to cool.

In English time he talks so much,
cars, girls, food.
The teacher goes hysterical
and tells him he is rude.

Then test time comes out of nowhere,
and we all look in all despair.
We look for hope, but he says nope
and we all cry "no fair!!"

Then we raced out the door
it's hometime that we adore.
Joey always runs infront but suddently he fell wetting his pant as well.