"A long day of work, and more after that.
I’m dirty and groggy, my hair in a mat.
I return to my home, prepare to retire,
But my teachers, it seems, already conspired,
To take up my time, my rest now to shirk.
My afternoon now, taken up by homework!
First comes the English, long papers I dread.
Writing them, researching, I’d rather be dead.
The worksheets go on for infinity and more.
But really it’s grammar I truly deplore.
Latin then strikes, ruthless and craving.
Tedious work, the amount is dismaying.
Learning new words and writing them too,
Translating, contemplating, it is all, eww.
But all of this pales in compare to the king.
The destructor of all, the crusher of dreams.
It towers above, it’s evil is sickening.
Waves of malignancy, constantly emitting.
Math stands too tall, the cream of the crop.
On all my spare time, it threatens to stomp.
Problems and problems and problems galore,
The more I’m assigned, the more I abhor.
But, to tell the truth, it isn’t that bad.
Homework actually, doesn’t make me that mad.
Or the amounts, the problems for later,
Nor translating, grammar, or researching papers.
I suppose, being young, it always seems cruel,
And although, believe me, twill’ never be cool.
It doesn’t take long to get it all done.
Even if it’s not exactly quite 'fun'."
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Homework: My Haiku a That Isn't Actually a Haiku. But Whatever:
ReplyDeleteHomework.
I'd rather have NO work.
I'd rather be pecked to death with crow birds.
But I digress, because I can't digest
all the piles and mountains of homework.
I have Biology book pages of very odd numbers,
and English papers I want to shoot like Fort Sumter.
Geometry problems that really ARE problems,
and Latin questions, I don't want to solve them.
I have some stuff that I have to do for History,
I'm sure that my old laptop is missing me.
But then, at last, I look on the bright side,
I have no homework in Choir, an A is a free ride.
Young Money.