'Good work Bart' says Marge, she's impressed

Bart replied 'at least I tried my best'

So Bart walked off with a wave to Marge

And when out of sight, ran like a bull charge

'He he he' Bart chuckled to himself

And accidentally knocked over the nearest bookshelf

'Oh-oh' whispered bart and zoomed off on his board

As the manager tried to whip him with a cord

When Bart got outside it was three o clock

So he skated off home, avoiding a road block

That's the end of Bart's eventful day

Look out for my poem about why Smithers is gay