A Place to Learn
Created: 7/25/2002
School.
A place where I'm sent to learn,
A place that I just don't yearn.
Books, lockers, teachers, too.
Why do they teach all this hullabaloo?
Math, English, science, too?
Why, why all this hullabaloo?
I just don't like school,
I'd rather play pool,
School is just so...
Uncool.
Pens, pencils, markers, and crayons,
We won't need them for eons and eons.
Don't you agree that school is a bore?
Learning seems like such a chore.
Why do we have to go to school?
Oh, learning, it's not a tool.
Please, oh, please,
Let's ditch that school.
Grab a car,
And go play pool.
Wouldn't you say that sounds more fun?
We could go to the park,
Or just lie in the sun.
School, school, what a bore,
Please rid me of this chore.
School, school, see you later,
Hopefully,
Much, much later.
This poem is for all of those kids who like to goof-off, or those teens who think they don't need school. Face it, everyone loves to goof-off at least once in a while, even me. Yay for procrastination! But school is one of those things in life, that just don't make that possible. But, hey, look on the bright side. In five years or so, (give or take ten) school will be in the past. So just endure the burden, it'll be over soon enough.
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