The Man in Charge

The vibrant colors of her shirt burn my eyes

She walks towards me, hands open wide

She asks for my homework, and I give her lies

Her hands crash down on my shoulders, like a tide.

 

I hand her my paper, and we exchange a chuckle

She walks to the front of the room, shaking her head

Out of nervous desperation, I crack my knuckle

I shouldn't have come to school, should have stayed in bed.

 

She sits in her chair and reads her book

While I sit in mine and finish my work

I glance up for a second and she gives me a look

I stare right back, and give her a smirk.

 

The clock continues to tick, and she begins to yell,

“Not this time” I say, as I am saved by the bell.

Reviews

[Lil Guppy]

Hmmm. Good poem. I liked how your poem was smoothly written. I think that if you have maybe a few rhymes, your poem would be even better. :)

[Holly Mason]

do your dang homework.
but this is a super cute super good write
thank you for sharing