Back to School

Tomorrow is our first day of school. Here's a poem on "Back to School." Which is entirely true. (Not that I engage in any such behavior as described, of course.)

Back to School

Nobody's paying attention.
None of the homework's been done.
The teacher's exhausted and wondering
How she'll cope until recess at one.

We're napping on piles of our notebooks,
Paper airplanes and spitballs are flying.
No one remembers their grammar,
And the teacher groans like she's dying.

The boys are all running 'round rampant.
They're breaking every school rule.
Have we made it clear enough yet
That we don't want to come back to school?
-R.e. Mayes