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the dread of class
Contributed by
hardcoreputa
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Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 03:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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As I get out of bed I head out the door,
On my way to school to learn something more.
I sleepily walk into Mrs. Fuelings class,
15 minutes late and without a pass.
Once in my seat I here our homework is due,
So I scramble for a pen and some paper too.
And then. Right there, who should I see?
None other than Mrs. Fueling, peering down at me.
The dreaded words follow your homework please
And so I ponder some excuses and apologies.
Sorry I did the wrong assignment id say,
Or I did it but it's at home today
I might try me and my sis got eachothers stuff
But I ponder if she would call this bluff.
And alas I remember my homework is done,
Out of my bag, in the pile, and this battle is won.
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2003-02-28 03:20:00]
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Re: the dread of class
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 11:53:32 AM AEST
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| Very interesting. I remember feeling that dread when I hadn't done my homework. Very good poem!! sleepless_siren |
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