Fourth Grade HistoryA Poem by Laya Bly Nessa
Yearning for the clock to speed up
As our teacher drones on and on As we all sit there waiting, waiting I stare out the window The blue sky seems to taunt us As we all sit there waiting, waiting The pages of our textbook are dry Drier than this lecture we're forced to listen to As we all sit there waiting, waiting My grow heavy Suddenly my desk seems like a excellent substitute for a pillow As we all sit there waiting, waiting I look up at the c**k Wasn't it 11:30 ten minutes ago? As we all sit there waiting, waiting It's just a half hour, ten minutes three times. You can do that As we all sit there waiting, waiting Waiting, Waiting, Waiting Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six Five, Four, Three, Two One... Yes! The first ten minutes are over.
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Added on April 16, 2015 Last Updated on April 16, 2015 Author
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