a poem about christmasChristmasIt was night before Christmas,But I was feeling restless.Santa's not comingand he won't be summingup his children's listbecause something's a-miss.Santa's not dead,and I'm awake in my bed.I'm awake becauseI've found out that santa clauseisn't real and my presentscome from my parents.And now I'm sad because santais gone and my parents drink fanta,and now that I know,now even the snow,will cheer me up from this state of sadness.
a poem about schoolBack to school they say,I would rather eat hay.School holidays go by fastand school seems to last.those "friendly" back to school signsare like visible land mines,because they hide a warning.back to hell in the morning.