diamond- School and all it's Wonders

A funny poem about some things I learned and observed in school on a random day

 

school is not a fun place

 

but I would call it far from waste

 

a day at school is so mundane

 

the frustration is enough to make me insane

 

I learn of science's mystery

 

and then I go to history

 

after which I learn to weld

 

then like Pavlov's dog

 

salivate to the lunch bell

 

Throughout the day I learn of many things

 

of shoes, and ships, and sailing wax

 

of cabbages and kings

 

I learned today of a man named Archie

 

running naked through the town

 

running to the king’s house

 

to tell him of his crown

 

In English class I’ve always done well

 

Yet I wonder why I still can’t spell

 

Today I also learned of Rome

 

A terrible place that’s not like home

 

To them entertainment is a vile thing

 

Throwing peasants to lions, contained in a ring

 

In Scotland there were blue men

 

running around a battlefield

 

Like giant smurfs with bow and arrows

 

And broadswords did they wield

 

I also learned of Deadalus

 

And his rather stupid son

 

Who with wings of feathers stayed with wax

 

flew too close to the sun

 

like cattle to a troth

 

we go from bell to bell

 

some people say this place rocks

 

to others it is hell

 

they try to steer us morally

 

although it’s really boring

 

they tell us all to stay off of drugs

 

and counter them with love and hugs

 

the commons is like a lion’s den

 

each table has an alfa male

 

and his loyal mother hen

 

then the last school bell rings

 

and then everyone yells

 

some are just going home

 

while others go to hell

 

at the end of the day

 

teachers all go away

 

then it all starts again

 

all the same the next day

 

Author's Note

Not really the greatest poem of mine, but perhaps worth reading

Reviews

[Kiya]

Knowledge is a wonderful thing - even if we can't do anything with it :) On the first day of the year my English teacher told us about the Thugi in India who went around strangling people for their goddess, as they beleived they were flushing out all the demons of the world - hence the word thug. Wonderful! Not the best technical poem in the world, but hey, we all have our off days. Senses of Humour are the best things in the world. Sadly I can't make up jokes, but LOVE laughing at the jokes other people make up. Your poem made me smile, and that's all that counts really. Contributing to the happiness of the world. :)