Studyhall Poem by Emily Peugh

Studyhall



Boring, tragic, what a drag.
The day goes by so slow.
Study, study, study.
That's all you hear.
All you are is a blob.
A blob sitting in a desk.
To most of the teachers
You can't be changed.
Well you know what?
Studyhall sucks.

Sunday, October 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: school
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