English is scary, English is fun.
Can't wait for it to start,
Can't wait for it to be done.
I walk in, books in hand.
Pretending to be smart,
But lacking that strand.
I sit down and start my work.
But a hot guy walks in!
I start to drool on my shirt.
I lose my focus, fall out of my seat.
I get up, embarrassed,
And get back on my feet.
He starts to laugh, face turning red.
I run out in the hall,
But go back instead.
English is scary, English is fun.
Can't wait for it to start,
Can't wait for it to be done.
** I had another account on here, and it got suspended, so if you've seen this poem on here, it was on my other account. I wrote this poem in 2009 for an English assignment. (:
