When I come home from school with my big bag, <br />My bag, filled with homework, notes and textbooks. <br />While doing my homework, it starts to drag, <br />But to escape the stares and dirty looks. <br />I'm forced to sit here at my cluttered desk, <br />Writing a story that is short or long. <br />Finally finished it, when it is dusk, <br />Not knowing whether it is right or wrong. <br />The hours, minutes, seconds drag on the time, <br />The time crawls slowly till I'm done. <br />It's like Time is in an organized crime, <br />When I can have fun, the sun's already gone! <br />Now I've done my work, I can go my way, <br />Yet, I've lived to study another day!<br /><br />Roxy Rionne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/having-too-much-homework/
