A Poem About My Old Friend And How Much I Miss Him
By Hank
Summer, my friend, you have come to an end
I’m now in school, where I only feel blue
My teacher is meaner, than a soleless sneaker
Her breath is stinky, a pimple on her pinkie
She has hair on her lip and a whip on her hip
Boogers in her nose, holes in her hose
Her skin is green, did I mention she’s mean?
As angry as a pickle, without a single nickel
She bad to the core, pure evil galore
I would escape if I could, but she’d catch me she would
It’s hopeless, I fear, I must stare at her beard
And listen as she drones about math, reading, writing, grammar, social studies, science… (whoops forgot to rhyme.)
Oh Summer.. Oh Summer…
My pal, my friend, my amigo
I miss our sleep-ins, late nights
And Doritos.
Oh Summer… Oh Summer
Wherefore Art Thou???
(By the way… what is a “wherefore” I feel like he was thinking about werewolves when he wrote that line, which makes total sense. If you read Romeo and Juliette and imagine that they are both werewolves, it’s a way better play.)
A Worm Named Hank 