Drowsy, her lessons a lullaby
Can't wait to bid her goodbye
It's the truth, why should I lie?
I hate her sessions, on her I can't rely!
Right now, she sits in front, her head held up high
As I stare out of the window nigh
So interesting suddenly became the sky!
(Written on 25th January,2013 at 3pm during an English lesson)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha! ! ! ....tuliz budah! She gonna murder you si elle vois cette poeme.