POETRY IS MY GAME

For me History,

Still looks like a mystery,

And when I see the sums of maths,

It feels as if my brain cracks.

Biology doesn’t seem to go into my brain,

When we are harvesting crops, why harvest rain?

Physics just doesn’t look like my game,

Physics just looks easy, but it makes us lame

Politics policy, what the constitution says,

Everyone follows them, But I can’t catch up with their pace.

Art is not that easy,

But the teachers don’t agree.

Why should I learn the geography of China,

Or the Russian scavengers Hyenas?

Or the un-periodic motion of a pendulum,

I will prefer to stay at home and have my chewing gum.

Can’t I just stay at home?

And try to become Sherlock Holmes,

And can’t my teachers call on my phone,

It doesn’t matter if my phone bill runs into million.

For me,

History is still a mystery,

But whenever I see this poem,

I think I have at least one talent!