Its 8am And Its Time For School Poem by Vickie Burkett

Its 8am and its time for school
I wish I didn’t have to go at all
We sit in class and stair around
There are no teachers to be found

The work is hard and the work is easy
All the boys are really cheesy
Girls are sleazy with there little skirts
Why do people insist on small shirts?

The ties to tight and the food is horrid
All the geeks get really worried
The quiet people cry and bullies laugh
Its winter time don’t forget your scarf

Its 3pm and its time to go home
The popular people are never alone
On the bus they push and shove
All the laree people are up above

The keys in the door and you feel relived
To the arms of you parent you feel you can breath
The tears in your eyes start to run
When your mum turns to you was school fun