Carrying a sling bag up four flgihts of stairs,
I see my teacher pass by.
She asks me for my homework,
I say its not done yet and she asks why.
I give her a smile, turn my head around,
and make a mad dash away.
In my classroom I sit quietly,
scribbling and scribbling away.
This is my poem, enjoy :)
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Enjoyed. It's a good poem!
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