Fourth Grade History

Fourth Grade History

A Poem by Laya Bly Nessa

Yearning for the clock to speed up
As our teacher drones on and on
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

I stare out the window 
The blue sky seems to taunt us
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

The pages of our textbook are dry
Drier than this lecture we're forced to listen to
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

My grow heavy
Suddenly my desk seems like a excellent substitute for a pillow
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

I look up at the c**k
Wasn't it 11:30 ten minutes ago?
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

It's just a half hour, ten minutes three times.
You can do that
As we all sit there waiting, waiting

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six Five, Four, Three, Two One...
Yes!

The first ten minutes are over.

© 2015 Laya Bly Nessa


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Added on April 16, 2015
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