My mind is muddled, I feel befuddled,
bewildered and confused.
I think the space inside my brain
has been completely used.
There’s no room left for algebra,
or history or dates,
So I’ll be marching out of school,
please open up the gates.
What’s that you say? You’ll ring my mum?
You’ll call my dad as well?
Well, silly me, there seems to be
some room left in there still.
I guess I’ll stay and learn some more
until the final bell.
© Allan Cropper
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #4