My best friend is a poet, and I am not. But still, I attempt to create some sort of semblance of a poem. This week is Finals week and I have attempted to create a poem in honor of this great week.
Finals, they make me want to scream.
really all I want is some ice cream,
and to lay out in the sun,
and roast some buns.
instead, i'm forced to study,
with my buddy,
to ace that test,
so my dad will think I did my best.
Hope you enjoy this and it makes you chuckle a little.
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