Perfect No-Hitter Poem by Tori Alana

Perfect No-Hitter



I don’t want to rise.
I don’t want to dress.
I don’t want to wait in the cold,
for a stupid bus,
that might not come.
I don’t want to listen
to the teachers,
I don’t want to study
the stuff I’m going
to be tested on.
I don’t want to be tested at all.
I don’t want homework.
“How was your day? ”
“It pitched a perfect no-hitter.”

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