plaayfulbanter

Classroom Blues

My teacher speaks of nonsense while I daydream.
I'm in my bedroom, wearing my blue worn out sweater.
The white golf balls we collected catch my eye.
I open my eyes and realize I'm still holding my toy.
Its red shiny structure makes being in class bearable.
Looking outside I wish to play with those jagged rocks.
The green bladed grass urges me to escape.
Outside has a collection of pink and white flowers.
They sway back and forth before being trampled by running dogs
chasing youthful cats across the school yard.
Through the window, these things happen.
Looking back inside, I take my dented blue pencil case out.
It's time to do some math.

So we're starting poetry in creative writing. I'll be posting some poems when I'm comfortable =)

&&
would someone get this smile off my face!
hahaha =P

.. actually would someone put it back on =/