Homework.
Homework, Homework.

I agree that it should be done, 
but I think it should be more fun,
than some worksheets that take a day,
or a project which makes time flap away.

I don't know how to get this homework finished,
If I didn't have any I'd be astonished,
but sometimes I just need a break,
And do I have one? 
That's like a piece of cake.

I have to do all the homeworks due on monday,
even though it's only thursday,
because if I don't I won't ever have time,
and it's my case: I don't.

REALLY?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
the last day of school before x-mas,
when I have all these bags?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm supposed to have fun and play,
the day that you're not here?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where it rains like crazy,
where I get soaked and lazy.

Does it have to be today,
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm pretending to be happy,
when inside I feel sad, lost, loneley. 

I'm sure nobody ever had ths kind of day before,
Where their day is as messed up than the one I had today.

Oh god before I left to school,
I couldn't find my book,
the book I was supposed to read,
when I was bored in sports.

Oh god when I was on my way to school,
I discovered that I'd forgotten my sling,
And I'd never ever thought before,
how bad It could have been!

Oh god I had lot's of tests today,
A poem for german,
A test for maths,
Oh why all this today ??

Oh god during this whole day through,
seven people managed to,
either bump into me or kick a ball at me,
something that had never even happened once to me before.

OH GOD, OH GOD!
This one is the worst of all,
I'd rather not say but I will,
Today I messed up in front of a big audience,
when I was presenting my group, the guitar ensemble !

But still have I not finished,
when my concert was over,
My mom was in a bad mood,
screaming at my sister and me !

OH GOD, OH GOD,
Please help me,
I'm embarrased,
and more,
so much I can't express it.

I break my arm,
guess what ?
I think that it's no problem.

But when everyone,
huddles up to help me,
I can't even breathe.

I hate it to have servants,
it is horrible indeed!
You can't help asking for help,
for it is what you need.

Then you feel bad inside,
because you are worried they think,
that you are trying to get attention.

But no,
Oh dear,
I can't even dress my doll.

I can't put on my coat, 
It's hard to read,
I can't get dressed,
I can't run,
I can't dance,
I can't play guitar....
WHAT ELSE !

Oh,
I don't know how to express what I feel.
I am a disaster.

I am at the end of this poem and I don't feel like i said enough....

 
Now that school has started,
(today's the second day),
These school running poems,
will be pubished again,
like I do ever year.

It was a rush today,
(Ofcourse the second day),
But you'd never actually imagine the "kilometers",
I really actually ran today.

I don't know if it was a marathon for sports,
or what the heck it was,
but maybe the sports coach is testing,
how much we can run in a day!

Now that I'm home everything is all over,
but I know that tomorrow every thing will start over.

Today,
at eight o'clock
this morning,
I went to history.

I found a girl who went ther too,
and all together two by two,
we tried to find the class.

But we couln't find it,
it was too hard,
so suddlenly,
I figured it out.

It is the class,
where we had french,
the class down stairs,
last year!

So we all rushed down,
and found it, 
but that wasn't the class we were supposed to go!


And later on,
my schedule said,
go up the building up the stairs!

when we found it,
all exhausted,
It wasn't there,
where we had to go.

We go to the office,
and they say,
where we should go,
is way back there!

And when we arrive,
we can't find,
what kind of class,
we should go to!

It's all a story,
and it isn't done,
But let's just finish here,
we'll leave it undone.

The rest of the story is way to long,
and you'd be bored the whole day long!