Tardy For Class (Monorhyme)
I notice it was half past fourTardy for class, I rush out the door.
Ugh, my math class I so abhor,
Missed big lessons the week before.
Failed a vital test on ancient lore,
Mind slips date of the first World War.
'Damn, my mind is seriously sore'
Through the limestone wall I tore,
Fell across a newly mopped floor:
Hurts my hand, yelling as I swore,
To be tardy again, half past four
These faults, I can stand no more...
By Michael Smith
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