Class

by katie chadwick   Apr 12, 2008


Sitting in class
wanting to leave
wanting that bell
to loudly ring.

Dreaming about
the things to do
when i get home
AWAY from school.

So many pencils and pens
packs of paper galore
the blue chairs and tan desks
all the unswept dirt on the floor.

Book bags cracking backs
full of different books
the good kid studying
the other, trying to get off the hook.

So school helps me out
but i wouldn't mind a break
maybe every week,
maybe every day!

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