I tried to go to class today,
I tried so hard to be there,
But my blanket made me stay.
It really was a bummer.
11.29.18
I tried to go to class today,
I tried so hard to be there,
But my blanket made me stay.
It really was a bummer.
11.29.18
Oh, Josh the Wosh sat there in class
and waited for the time to pass.
He shifted left and then looked right;
He wished for sleep and peace that night.
Yet as he sat and thought of school,
Of all the work and things to do,
Of all the time that they would take,
His poor heart there began to break.
Yes, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,
Filled with thoughts of force and mass,
And as the weight of school pushed down,
On his face there formed a frown.
The teacher thought this was quite bad,
He’d never seen a face so sad.
“Hey, Josh,” he said, “You’ll fail this course!
“You look just like a dying horse.”
So, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,
And pondered this amazing sass.
Yet since so tired was his brain,
He simply failed to see the aim.
Now, at this point, his brain was spent,
And into quiet sleep, it slipped.
And so the time did finally pass
As Josh the Wosh sat there in class.
02.21.18
One day in class, I lost my chair;
Some blonde with curls was sitting there.
I stopped and stared in disbelief,
What could I say to such a thief?
She looked at me, a smile flashed,
So I forgave her with a laugh.
But as I went to find a seat,
Her shining eyes kept watching me.
I froze. I blanked. I smiled back.
I nearly had a heart attack.
She laughed. She glowed. She looked away.
I’m still in shock unto this day.
02.22.18
Josh the Wosh
Was mathed awhim.
A slippy slosh
counfounded him.
What couldn’t be
Was bobbing up.
He seemed to see
a flippy flup.
“I’ll math no more.”
We heard him say.
Like those before
He’d lost his way.
02.19.18