Lucy Strongly Dislikes Block Schedule

A poem.

Lucy Adame, Editor-in-Chief

Oh block schedule

How I hate you so

You make me want to fling myself into a volcano

With your long hours

and lectures that bore

You kill me,

All they way to my core

I know it is not your fault for being that way

But when I hear your name I sit and pray

Pray for it to not turn that way

Oh block schedule why do you exist?

You are not fun so I must insist

Stop coming around here and please do not call

You are not welcomed here at all

You have your good intentions

We see them clear

But you make me wish the end was near

I’m sorry block schedule I hope we can be friends

The kind that never see each other again