School

by Rian S.
(Carlsbad, California )

My pencil is sleepy and tired, it doesn't want to write.
My books are wide awake screaming words at me.
My paper is doing the conga with my scissors.
My ruler is shouting out orders numbering them 1,2,3.
My pencil sharpener is hurting everyone.
But luckily my desk is here to quiet and hide the commotion.