(I tried to cut it,
But LJ is being mean.
Deal with spam-ness.)

A scritching-scratching
Rustling of school papers
I feel restless

Click my Papermate
On and off, once, twice, three times
OCD again

I make an error
That's why God made erasers
Mine is all worn down

Last minute of class
Work is done; too late for more
Whispers fill the air

Sarcastic poem--
A haiku ( Read more... )