9th Grade Assessment


It's ninth grade assessment,
the thing people dread,
It scares even the monsters under my bed
I shake and I shiver
I whine and I quiver
Be over soon
Perphaps at noon
A quiet small prison
the silence has risen
I think I'm going to die!
I can't sit still,
I need to fill,
This eerie boring silence
I stand up and yell
Because I'm feeling quite well,
the librarian stares
But I don't care
the tension is broken
My brain has awoken
But in the end it was all in my head
I really need to go to bed
Or else I'm sure I'll be quite dead
It's time to leave
My backpack I heave,
Assessment I have beaten!

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