My School Is Forcing Me To Do Poetry!

: : : : : : : : : : : : Oh, the shame and the infamy, To sit still in a room, While teacher shares some poetry That fills me full of gloom, And presses down upon my heart, My spirit and my soul, Some ancient wisdom to impart, My whole life to control. Oh, the shame and the infamy, When homework keeps me home, When teacher wants my poetry, And Dad won't let me roam, And every single line I write, My teacher doesn't like, I'd rather play outside each night, And ride upon my bike. Oh, the shame and the infamy, When tested every week, Reciting someone's poetry With rhymes so hard to speak, Alliterations here and there, And phrases stern and strange, No wonder I think life's unfair, But teacher hates to change. They're paying him to teach this stuff, Yet no-one's paying me! Well, mark my words, I've had enough! I can't stand poetry! Denis Martindale. February 2021.