School

• Lachlan Strogusz,
• Poetry
• 2008

School is boring some people say,
But when break time come its refills your day.
Pencils scratching, sweat is dripping,
I’m getting tired, my memory is slipping.
I caught the glare of my teachers eye,
She doesn’t look happy I better try.
I sat up straight, the chair was hard,
I got distracted by my Yugi Oh card.
I dream of bikes and being all muddy,
She’s glaring again I better study.
I’m trying hard to pass my test,
So I can grow up and be the best.
I made it through another day,
The bell has rang to go home and play.