School
7 am I awake,
7:30 am I start to bake,
8 am I start to eat,
8:15 am I brush my teeth,
8:20 am I rush there,
8:30 am I rush threw the cold air,
here I am,
once again we meet,
Senior year is near,
junior year is coming to an end,
oh my time flies by,
I am so ready to get out of Washington High,
Senioritis is bad,
Homework makes me mad,
yet here I am nearing my graduation,
what in tarnation?
there it is my dipolma,
I've made it past high school,
now a scholarship would be cool,
we all know the cost of schooling is troubling.
This poem is about:
Me