Oh, school, I’m glad you’ve come
Back to me in the fall.
Now that I can do some work
I cannot game at all.

I wish that I had gone
To anywhere but you.
Although, what else is
A kid like me to do?

So now I go to school,
Do classwork, what a chore!
You are always tiring me,
Not looking for others to bore.

And as if that’s not enough,
We get homework too.
I don’t need the “extra practice”,
Just something fun to do.

You make me sit at tables all day,
My happiness battered and broken. (Close enough)
And there’s one more reason I despise you:
You made me write this poem.