French Class

Tired beyond words
Bored, and without a blurb

I wait here at my desk
Behind me sits a pest

I watch the clock tick by
As I wait for something to go awry

The sun shines on my head
Showing my hair thats red

I think tis a beautiful day
Its perfect for the month of May

My eyes begin to close
My visions turning rose

As drowsiness continues to creep
I start to fall asleep