Pass

Here I am in my creative writing class,
bored out of my mind,
really hoping I pass.
The teacher told us to write a poem
about whatever we want.
But I’ve never wrote one in my life.
So I just sit in my seat and wait for the bell to ring
and as I wait I think of stuff like…
Can I juggle a knife and
did my sister find my stash of Mike and Ikes.
And now as I check my phone
I realize that I only have ten minutes left.
Now that I’m almost done with this poem
I think I’m actually beginning to like this class.
I seriously want to go home.
I really hope I pass.