The Fourth Hour: It's an old one.. just thought i would post it on my blog :)

Three hours in class, I am totally drained,
I feel so sleepy, feel so brained,
I wanna step out, I wanna run away,
But i decide to sit, Just another hour to bear.

My eyes are gonna close,
I try to keep them open,
That I will not doze,
Is all I am hoping.

The monster relentlessly goes on and on,
It seems after night, there is no dawn,
He writes illogical stuff on the board,
My brain is too tired to take the load.

My attention wavers. I drift off to sleep,
The struggle I'd begun, I forget to keep,
I fly into a world, a world of dreams,
Everything is so wonderful here, It seems.

I fight tough battles, I play new games,
Everything i do seems to bring me to fame,
And then a chalk strikes me, I know I'm dead,
I open my eyes, sheepily lift up my head.

The monster looms over, Gives me a glare,
I lower my head, wanna scamper like a hare,
Then he growls, chides me a lot,
At the end of his epilogue, tells me I'm kicked out.

I round up my books, Walk out of the door,
I look I'm repentant, I want everyone to be sure,
I step out of class, get around the turn,
Then a whoop, a dance, and off to the canteen i run