A Silly Sonnet
for Summer School Students
by Dr. Son (June
2013)
We're all in summer school with Dr. Son!
of
having to endure such English fun,
but
I flunked English I, or so they said.
I wouldn't know because I never tell
my
mother what my grades in class may be,
because
I never look myself, and fail
when
maybe I'd have earned at least a “C.”
So
here I sit depressed all summer long;
The
portable’s so hot I nearly melt.
To
go to school in summer just seems wrong;
This
is the lamest I have ever felt.
Next
year I'll try to do my work in class,
and
not waste time just sitting on my !@#$%.
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