(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.
DavidSpeaks 