Rushing to Finish

Done as an assignment for English class freshman year.

I honestly have no clue what to write
My page is blank like a wide open plain
My paper remains still pure and snow white.
I think and I think but it’s all in vain
Five minutes to go, I still am not done
I rush and I rush to get my work made,
I thought he said this would be in good fun!
Time’s almost up and my hope soon does fade.
Almost done maybe I can do this
Maybe I can accomplish this great task
The work I have left gets sucked to abyss
Certainly this wasn’t too much to ask
I soon read it over and then I say “Hey,
maybe he’s not ‘bout to grade it anyway.”

The End

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