Twas the Night Before School Starts - Author Unknown Twas the night before school starts 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 rules 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!”
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 02:57:24 +0000
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