(Originally written on Monday April 1, 2013
 

Trying to make a poem

On a Monday morning.

Some find poetry fun.

Others find em’ boring.
 

I sit outside the classroom.

The door is still locked.

I wait for my professor

As I check the clock.
 

My classmates are standing.

Me, I’m sitting down.

Everyone’s conversating.

I don’t make a sound.
 

The professor is here.

He said he’s very tired.

The man could let us go

But he might get fired
 

The class is so quiet,

Yet no one is snoring.

The expect the opposite

Being a Monday morning.