A whole semester acting like a nerd,
in writing essays, and in counting "hee-uhs,"
in wond'ring at the oddities absurd
that dangle from my English teacher's ea-uhs.
At last it's through, the final final done,
the papers writ, my teachers' problem now;
no school today- now I can have some fun,
sit on my futon, watch cartoons, and chow.
Until I get my grades and must account
for each and every mark my dad will see,
it's Cherry Coke- unlimited amount-
and animated aardvarks on TV.
It's summer- I can do just as I please.
Too bad outside's one hundred eight degrees.
