To Write A Poem By: Ashton Markt

My English teacher told me to write a poem.

That was Friday, this is Monday

And I still have nothing.

The bell for first hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Band.

I play my sax and try my hand at mallets.

They're sort of like pianos without the black and white and wires.

The bell for second hour rings.

I can't write it this housr, i have Government class.

I learn about bills that pass and become laws

And how the economy sucks and budgets need revision.

The bell for third hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Graphic Arts.

I design different parts of the yearbook,

Take pictures and write witty captions for them.

The bell for fourth hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Algebra Two.

I make polyhedrons and green and blue and learn about

"x" and "y" and equations with square roots and cubes.

The bell for lunch rings.

I can't write it now, I have to eat.

I sit at my table and watch boys cheat on their homework

And girls cheat on their boyfriends.

The bell for fifith hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Art One.

I enjoy this class and think its fun to draw, paint, and create

Magnificent masterpieaces and pretend I'm Picasso or

Maybe Michaelangelo even though I know I'm not even close.

The bell for sixth hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, because I have Health.

I do Karvonen equations and take a wealth of notes

On the body and how it works.

The bell for seventh hour rings.

I can't write it this hour, I have Chem.

I watch ethyl alcohol burn and we dim the lights

So we can see the flame shoot up like an angry fountain.

The bell for eighth hour rings.

I can't write it now, because now it is due.

I listen to everyone else read through their own poems

And I still have nothing.