I really hate spellings,

That horrible list to learn,

I often put in on the barbeque,

And leave it there to burn.


Then comes the terrible test,

On the drizzly Friday morning,

As the teacher reads the first word,

I am on the desk snoring.


Suddenly I’m woken up

as if by a bucket of icy cold water,

I’m then given another sheet,

Filled with horrendous slaughter.

By Jake P

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