A poem by my son

My children are attending "Friday School", which is a one-day-a-week setting for homeschoolers to join together for extra classes and activities that they might not otherwise be able to enjoy alone. My 15 year old is in a poetry class. Apparently he was one of only a few that actually completed the assignment (even the teacher didn't do it!), and he did it the night before it was due.

That one poem that I wrote a little late in the night

Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore
This poem is harder than ones before
My head is hurting more and more

Silently, I pace the floor
Writing these lines is such a chore
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

Across the room my brothers snore
I check my watch, it's almost 4:00
My head is hurting more and more

I close my eyes, they're getting sore
The urge to fall asleep, I ignore
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

My nerves shout, they're in an uproar
I almost forgot what I'm writing this for
My head is hurting more and more
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

by Josiah October 9, 2008