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so when i was in the 7th grade i wrote this poem. my teacher sent it into some city wide poetry contest and i ended up getting 2nd place. what were they thinking:
The Procrastinator
The school day is over and I’m home alone.
Staring at the paper, I begin to moan.
“What’s the point of homework?” I ponder.
Then around my house I begin to wander.
Procrastination is my middle name.
My mom always tells me “It’s a bloody shame.
You’ll end up poor with no place to go!
You’ll have no bed and will sleep in the snow!”
“Don’t bug me about it; I’ll do it later”
(Even though I’d rather be eaten by a gator).
I sit at my desk and oh! look at the time!
It’s time for my daily water and lime!
Only an hour left ‘til bed.
It hurts to think… OUCH my head!
You know, I heard that Einstein flunked math.
But I can do better; I’ll take the right path.
A pen in one hand, paper in the other,
Gosh how proud I’ll make my mother!
I’m finally done with 10 minutes to spare.
“That wasn’t so hard.” I say as I stare.
But tomorrow will bring me even more work,
Procrastination is my daily perk.
But until then its time for bed,
Time to rest my aching head.
xoxo
erin