When I got to school that day,
I realized all I could do was pray.
How I cringed when I heard that triple ping,
That wretched first bell ring.

As I watched my teacher walk around
I felt myself unconsciously frown.
And when I told him I didn’t do my homework
I had no doubt he would go berserk!
So while my teacher fumed,
I assumed I was dreadfully, done-for and doomed.
I wished very much I could disappear,
Just right out of the atmosphere.

So because my stomach was getting very sickly
I tried to speak very quickly.
“Gosh teacher you work so hard!
Why don’t we a party, right now, in the school yard”
“Well,” he said, “I don’t think that’s mandatory…”
“Oh but it is!” I say trying to sell my story.

“And of course we’ll have confetti!”
I suggest, “and we can eat pizza or spaghetti!”
“Gee, I guess if we have it just one time…”
“Yeah,” I agree, “ it isn’t any sort of crime.”

But after we had that improvised fiesta,
In our next class we all had to resta’.
Our snores were like a lion’s roar.
So now I know not to forget what I need to do,
Because my next teacher might have a different point of view.