One Oh Two

a poem about how much i hate the room 102 (detention)

ONE OH TWO



one oh two



oh how ever will i get through,



this passing time



i wish i was there,



this is so unfair,



this is what i think of you,



your horrid like the smell of a dirty shoe,



your like misses Howard,        (a teacher i hate)



oh so sour,



bitter without the sweet,



you remind me of my sisters feet,



i would spit on this floor,



but i don't want any more,



of your trouble,



and this poem is being humble,



I'm so bored,



i can't take it any more!



OH one oh two



HOW I HATE YOU!!