On the bus to school
jammin' to my music
feel like a million bucks
there ain't nuthin' to it.
Gonna get to school
gonna learn new things
gonna get all A's
gonna spread my wings.
No fun, no kiddin', no slackin off,
workn' hard as I can
No playin, no jivin, no jokin' around
dat's just how I am.
Classes are hard
and teachers' demanding
assignments galore
but I'm still standing.
There's a bully in school
he wants to pick on me
he's three times my size
why can't he let me be?
I try to avoid him
he always pops up
I gotta think a' somethin fast
boy dis is just my luck!
"Meet me at three", he says
I tense up in fear
He looks in my eyes
No one else is near.
We meet at three
I'm totally petrified
he socks me right in the face
I hope now he's satisfied.
"Don't get mad get even"
I was always told
next day I got even
knocked him right out cold.
Hard work and bullies
and I haven't made friends
my alarm clock sounds
time to do it all again.
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Author:
Jman123 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem to be humorous and take people back to their school days. I want people to crack a smile as they remember the growing pains of school days when they were young. Enjoy my poem!!
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
very good rhyme and flow
well structured poem. ww
Thank you:)
Yes do it again! Very creative poem.
Thank you 🙂
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