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By Crystal KeatonPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

My homework is really hard,

I want to throw it across the yard.

It makes me want to scream,

It would do me good to let off steam.

It makes me want to cry,

To the teachers I ask Why?

What is the point of giving homework?

Its to make the kids go berserk.

I want to play and have some fun,

Go outside and play and run.

But here I sit at the table,

Where I dream up a fable.

A world with only playing,

A world where there is no slaving,

Homework was never invented,

And our days were not tormented.

But then I open my eyes and look down,

And on the table, it makes me frown.

There my homework sits undone,

And I have barely begun.

So I do it and get it done,

And then I go play till down comes the sun.

childrens poetry

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