I Can’t Write a Poem
Forget it.
It’s hard enough to do,
I can’t write a poem
My legs are dead
My arms have stopped working
My brain has turned to mush
My pencil keeps breaking
My chair is wobbly
My page keeps ripping
I couldn’t understand my teacher
Everyone knows how to write one but I don’t!
I feel like falling asleep
I’m sooo bored
It feels like I’ve been trying to do this for 5 hours
but it’s really only been 5 minutes
I’m so dizzy I nearly fainted
I want to go home to see my hedgehog,
my dog, my butterfly, my two kittens and my owl
I’m sooo bored
I’m half asleep
Where’s my page?
What do I write?
My brain’s not functioning
I do not have a pencil
Where’s my rubber?
I’m getting dizzy.
I’m hungry, I need food!
My stomach is empty!
I don’t want to
My hands are shaky
I’m too shy
I fell off my bike
It’s too hard
My pencil snapped
I’m hungry
My nail broke!
I’m sleepy.
I do not even have all my homework done
I didn’t even want to come to school
I hate school on Mondays
I have a cold and wish I was in bed.
I have no ideas
My shoes are dusty and muddy and wet
The window is about to break
I see a torpedo outside the window
The torpedo crashes
How long have we been in school?
Well, it feels like 100 hours!
I don’t know what to say!
What is there to say?
Nothing
I have a sore throat
I’m sick of thinking
I didn’t listen to the teacher
I’m not good at writing
I’m bored and fed up of the noise
I’m sick and I just want to sleep!
I don’t have a pencil
I don’t have paper
My brain has no ideas
My pages are torn
My heart is pounding
My hands are shaky
I feel queasy and muddled
I don’t know what to write
I’m worried and scared
I’m annoyed and angry
I don’t know what to do
I feel hot and I have a fever.
I’m going to burst.
I hate this!!
I don’t know what a poem is
I can’t find my pencil
I’m having a heart attack
I have diabetes
The floor is going to collapse
Call 999
I can’t hear myself think because of
all the others talking about their ideas
This poem is a waste of time
My head is crunching
My eyes are closed!
Someone HELP me!
I want to go home to my turtles
The floor is squeaking
Please help!
I am so frustrated
This is so hard
I give up!
I’m out.
I quit.
My turtles quit too!
I left my pencil case at home
I don’t even have a page
I’m terrible at writing poems
I’m so tired!
I don’t even know my age!
8? 7? 10?
I don’t know
I want to go home!
Time’s up? Uh oh!
All I have is this dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?
By Third Class! September 2020