High School Poem by Crystal Pierce
High School
High school the worst thing ever!
I wouldn't wish for it. Never.
Take me from this stink bucket.
I can't take it!
Why did anyone ever invent this?
Why would anyone find this as bliss?
High school,
it's not cool.
Goodness grief what's up with the homework!
Maybe some of us just want just want to turn up and twerk!
This is a heck load to do I need a break!
This is to much, for goodness sakes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 7:03:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Christya, You are simply wrong; High School is the most lovely place. It is in the High School that I had my first serious love. And she loved me too. She used to come to my house, as it to meet my sister. But, then, in India girls get married early. Her parents found a husband for her (that is what happens in India, mostly) . I was still in the college; And not yet the marriageable age for boys. But still I cherish my first love. the beautiful sunny days of the first love. Great feeling.