Day 245

1st Day of School

Twas the Night Before School Starts

T'was the night before school starts

And all through the place,

Not a smile was seen

On any kid's face.

Our bags were all stuffed

With our notebooks brand new,

And rulers and pencils

With erasers to chew.

Mournfully we

All crawled into bed,

Knowing too well

That the 'good life' was dead.

Then mom came in whistling

And kissed us goodnight,

With a bright cheery voice

That didn't seem right.

The night dragged on slowlyI just couldn't sleep,

For fear that my math teacher

Would be a real creep.

Or maybe a bully

Would give me a shove,

Or even more evil things

Than I could think of.

When from in the next room

There arose such a clummer,

My mom yelled, "I'm FREE!"

"I'm free 'till next summer!"

This must be a plot

By conspiring moms,

Who just want a break

To experience 'calm.'

Oh, must I go through it?!

How can I go on?

I want to escape

Run off to Saigon!

Nine months is too long

To suffer through school

The classes so rough

And teachers who're cruel.

"Come Donald! Come Conner!

Come Henry VanStation!

Come up to the board,Do your multiplication!"

"And Julie, stop talking!

And Jimmy, wake up!

And Mary, right now,Don't do your makeup!"

Teachers ever are hounding

They just never quit.

You do something wrong,

They go into a fit.

And so every year

About this same time,

I lie in bed sleepless

And just moan and whine.

Until morning comes,

And I hear my mom say,

"Good luck with your school!

And have a nice day!"

~ Ron Yorgason