The Problem With English LessonsA Poem by ExLibrum
I want to know
Why I don't like English Lessons, that is I love reading, writing, imagining, So why is it This subject eludes me? I don't understand Why we need to know Why the writer put That the sky was blue Who cares? It's blue That's all that matters Getting lost In a world that a genius Created What's the point In writing reams and reams Of things that I bet the writer Didn't think about I don't know if What they put Has a hidden meaning And if it's good I don't want to Look too deeply I want To let it all Just wash over me I've been told not To be so childish Churlish and silly But I really am Trying to be mature I just don't understand Why literature Is ruined In English lessons
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StatsAuthorExLibrumUnited KingdomAboutLike everybody here (I suppose) I love reading, writing and everything in between. I have a penchant for chocolate and an obsession with Sherlock (that wan't meant to rhyme). I write anything and ever.. more..Writing
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