Homework

By Sonya Bengali

Homework
I hate homework,
homework hates me,
we’re one big happy family.
Oh, how we grumble,
oh, how we groan,
when I see homework,
and homework sees me.

The pen comes closer,
and homework yelps for it’s life.
The pen comes closer,
and I get up for a snack.

How nearing my room,
my desk, my homework folder,
thinking once again of other things to do.
But alas there are none,
only homework is to be done.

I thunk in my chair,
snatch up a pen,
grab my homework,
slam it on the desk,
and write as hard as my hand can press.

Angry mutter escape from my mouth,
as my pen tears holes in the paper,
ink forever staining the wood.

Torn and wrinkled and ripped,
from angry fists of hand,
thinking to itself, why me?