Schoolwork

Schoolwork

Homework

How exciting.

I think my teachers are trying to kill me.

They assign lots of assignments

Worksheets, sometimes a quiz

Normally I wouldn't mind

But I'm not a math whiz.

I stumble through task after task until

My brain is exploding

And I have more worksheets still.

I think I made up a new math rule 

But it makes sense.

I think I created a new word

But it happened by chance.

I fumble and mumble and try to make it make sense.

"Sequence this story" - no thanks, can I pass?

Normally I love ELA

But lately it's a pain in the...butt.

Fifty math problems due

By the end of next week.

I try to focus

But my decimals skills are weak.

I'm rusty and confuzzled

And really quite tired

Technically, instead of writing poetry,

I should be doing my work,

But I don't want to be productive - the decimals hurt.

I wish it all to go away

Disappear with my stress

But I'm not so lucky

Anyways, I digress.

My homework is devouring me

I don't want to do it

I could get it over with now

But I'm not that good.

I'll complain in frustration,

Make up excuses

But in the end it'll get done

By my own silly rules.

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