Four mugs of coffee in and it still doesn't make sense
Who knew this homeschooling would be so bloody intense
"Let's start with some writing", She says, "That's always fun"
"Have you seen my favourite pencil? " they ask
"The blunt stubby one? "
She needs to focus on the task at hand
"Try to be as descriptive as you can"
"Shall we throw in some adverbs, perhaps a simile? "
"Something like; "
"Having lost the will to live, she ran out the door quickly....."
Next on the list, its time for Maths
A little worried about this one
She's never been good with stats
Times tables, addition and a bit of subtraction
"Over here, look at me, what's with all the distraction? "
Her Patience wearing thin,
"I'm hungry"
"What's for lunch? "
As she replies sarcastically
"Pizza and rum Punch! "
"Can we play now? "
"I'm tired"
"Can I watch Tv? "
"On dear Lord, help! ", she prays
It's only day three....
Let's hope in a few months she can stay awake past eight,
When school reopens,
She'll be the first at the gate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem