In the Life of an Exchange Student
By: Christy Moore
Ohh I'm sitting in class with nothing to do
besides to write a poem for you.
I am in Chile
and I think it's quite silly
that all I can do
is be as a child without a clue.
I'm sixteen years old!
I protest
Still sadly I must confess
that I have but an inkling of what I have just been told.
I know it, I know it,
that I am no poet
but what more can I do
than write to you?
All of my friends are trying their best,
to take a nearly impossible test.
The teacher asked me if I too wanted to try
but I soon let out a terrible cry.
Of course I had not read that four hundred paged book!
And so, I simply gave her a look.
Making sure to be prudent,
I said to her
"I'm just a little exchange student!"
She let me be
and so here I am
B.o.R.E.d.
but happy as a clam
I hope you enjoyed
and weren't too annoyed.
Thank you for being so very kind
but now I think I may have lost my mind.
I have no more rhymes
plus it's finally time
to leave this seat
and get something to eat!