Poet?!

I was cleaning my books and I found my old refill ... and in it was a folded paper containing my very first [very silly] poem. It was one a.m. when I wrote it two years ago, and I clearly sound strange due to lack of sleep. And yes, I know, I am no poet.

We can laugh at it together:

At one in the morning,

History seems so boring.

I didn't study when I

came back from school,

now who'll remember

Goneril, Regan,

and their stool?

Watching SpongeBob

is so much fun,

but now I'm letting

my candle burn.

I don't even know

what I'm doing,

History at one

seems so boring.

There you go. *runs away and hides*

p.s.: Refill = Lined paper stuck together like a notepad. You write on it, tear it off, and put it in your ring binder.

p.p.s.: Yes, I was talking about Goneril and Regan from King Lear.

Today's Word of the Day:

Schlub (noun; informal): A talentless, unattractive, or boorish person.