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Oh Homework! Oh Homework! MAG
A Parody of "O captain! My captain" by Walt Whitman
O Homework! My Homework! I fear you must be done,
So many books, it pains my back, to carry every one.
Day end draws near, the bells I hear, soon I should be starting,
Quite unwise comes my defense, with teachers all to uncaring;
But O snap! snap! snap!
O the breaking of pencil lead,
Where on the floor my homework has caused me,
To have fallen cold and dead.
O Homework! My Homework! rise up and face the flag,
I pledge allegiance to only him, who never carried a school bag.
For you no more homework-eating dogs, or other lame excuse,
From where I lie, book thieving spies, are no longer of any use,
Here homework! My dear torturer,
Mark my last words said,
Never will I take another test,
For I have fallen, cold and dead.
The slamming sound of locker doors, this hall becomes my tomb,
The year is done, the kids escape, I alone am doomed.
No summer sun shall warm my heart, or make the memory fade,
Vacation cannot undo the wrong, that all the homework made,
Out the doors, to ringing bells,
As the lone janitor finds my lifeless head,
Propped up against a pile of books,
Where I have fallen, cold and dead.