5 Minute Madness
Five minutes on the clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I squirm in my seat,
As if ants were in my pants.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Oh look! A minute has passed!
Come on stupid clock!
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Uh oh, the teacher's coming,
Gotta act busy.
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.
Hey look, it looks like Cyborg!
But I was trying to draw a monkey, oh well.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Another minute has passed!
Three minutes to go!
Oh great here's the teacher.
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.
Hahaha! I'm smarter than her!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Come on! Two minutes?
The torture! The horror!
Uh oh, the teach's back.
She hands me a slip of paper.
It's a detention slip.
What? I did my homework, I swear!
Uh oh, another pink slip.
One minute left, and I don't care.
Cause I'm stuck here now anyway,
For the rest of the year.
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Author's Note:
Hi! A little poem I wrote at the end of math class. This is in Beast Boy's POV and it's how his mind reacts to the taunting 5 minutes of the last class on a Friday. Hehe…torture. This is my first poem. I hope you liked!
-Raven A. Star