back to school | Australian Children’s Poetry

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.

Australian Children’s Poetry