1st Day of School

'Twas the night before school

And all through the place,

Not a smile was seen

On any kids face.

Our bags were all stuffed

With our notebooks brand new,

And rulers and pencils,

With erasers to chew.

Mournfully we

All crawled into bed

Knowing too well,

The “good life” was dead.

Then Mom came in whistling

And kissed us goodnight,

With a bright cheery voice

That didn’t seem right.

The night dragged on slowly

I just couldn’t sleep,

For fears that my math teacher

Would be a real creep.

Or maybe a bully

Would give me a shove,

Or even more evil things

Than I could think of.

When in from the next room

There arose such a clatter.

My Mom yelled, I’M FREE

I’m free ‘til next summer!

This must be a plot

By conspiring Moms,

Who just want a break

To experience “calm”.

Oh, must I go through it?!

How can I go on?

I want to escape

Run off to Saigon!

Nine months is too long

To suffer through school,

The classes so rough

And teachers who are cruel.

Come Donald! Come Conor!

Come Henry VanStation

Come up to the board

Do your multiplication.

And Julie stop talking

And Jimmy wake up!

And Mary, right now,

Don’t do your make-up.

Teachers are ever hounding

They just never quit.

You do something wrong,

They get into a fit.

And so every year

About this time,

I lie in bed sleepless

And just moan and whine.

Until morning comes,

And I hear my Mom say,

“Good luck with your school,

And have a nice day!”