Untitled 2 Poem by Brittany Hafer

Now I lay me down to study,
I pray the Lord I won't go nutty.
If I should fail to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord I will not flunk.
Just lay my bones down in the school hall
I just don't get this junk at all
and if i die before i wake
That's one less final ill have to take
but if i were to be so lucky
my test results may be less smutty
my parent would certainly be proud
I might just have to shout out loud
I've never been strong enough to brave it
I've never had the desire to crave it
medicine is the best class of all
I'd still pass if i roamed the hall
It's not that its really easy
I just like t enough to make friends queazy
I have a skill or talent to do it
It takes no time to get through it
My family and friends feel so jealous
Because my talent for medicine makes me zealous
Algebra and math make me feel so boring
I'd rather it not be raining but poring.