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You start to notice changes in you,
You think about sex and girls,
In fact these are the most important things
In the entire world!
"Your school days are the best of your life!"
That's how the saying goes.
So I can't even imagine what horrors await us
In adulthood! God only knows!
Homework! What is the point? I ask!
It really pees me off!
Also, if you do something right
Everyone calls you a boff!
Who invented school anyway?
Their intentions were so good.
But teachers take it way too far
And get in such odd moods!
The idea of some education
Was a nice one, I must admit.
But the way we work, so hard, too hard,
Is really ever so s***!
It would not be so bad really
If we would get some pay.
But no! On top of homework
We’re cooped in small room all day!
Now back to life, ever fancied someone
But thought that they didn’t notice you?
I fancy Louise, and she’s really fit,
But people say my name and she says “Who?”
For once in my life, I would like to be accepted
Instead of constant ridicule,
I’ve had many a name, poof, fat boy and shrimp,
And it makes me feel like a fool!
I can’t wait for Yr 10, I can drop some subjects,
Prepare for my GCSEs,
And maybe Louise will notice me,
And I might get a little less teased.
After all, who wants to be young,
We can’t gamble, drink or have sex,
But alas, fear not, for I always think,
Just wait, it’s adulthood next…
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What I’m trying to say with this poem is that, if these truly are the best days of our lives, then adulthood must be hell. I mean, which is better: sex (lots of it!), alcohol, gambling, driving and being paid, or schoolwork, homework, puberty and boredom.
I’ll let you decide!
You think about sex and girls,
In fact these are the most important things
In the entire world!
"Your school days are the best of your life!"
That's how the saying goes.
So I can't even imagine what horrors await us
In adulthood! God only knows!
Homework! What is the point? I ask!
It really pees me off!
Also, if you do something right
Everyone calls you a boff!
Who invented school anyway?
Their intentions were so good.
But teachers take it way too far
And get in such odd moods!
The idea of some education
Was a nice one, I must admit.
But the way we work, so hard, too hard,
Is really ever so s***!
It would not be so bad really
If we would get some pay.
But no! On top of homework
We’re cooped in small room all day!
Now back to life, ever fancied someone
But thought that they didn’t notice you?
I fancy Louise, and she’s really fit,
But people say my name and she says “Who?”
For once in my life, I would like to be accepted
Instead of constant ridicule,
I’ve had many a name, poof, fat boy and shrimp,
And it makes me feel like a fool!
I can’t wait for Yr 10, I can drop some subjects,
Prepare for my GCSEs,
And maybe Louise will notice me,
And I might get a little less teased.
After all, who wants to be young,
We can’t gamble, drink or have sex,
But alas, fear not, for I always think,
Just wait, it’s adulthood next…
__________________________________________________
What I’m trying to say with this poem is that, if these truly are the best days of our lives, then adulthood must be hell. I mean, which is better: sex (lots of it!), alcohol, gambling, driving and being paid, or schoolwork, homework, puberty and boredom.
I’ll let you decide!
Not a bad poem, whoever you are, anyway i think adult life will be hell cos as teenagers we dont need a job, be bossed around etc, etc, but when we go into and adult we need a job to supply our family, and we get bosssed around by our bosses, and there is a difference from teenagers to adults.
You start to notice changes in you,
You think about sex and girls,
In fact these are the most important things
In the entire world!
"Your school days are the best of your life!"
That's how the saying goes.
So I can't even imagine what horrors await us
In adulthood! God only knows!
Homework! What is the point? I ask!
It really pees me off!
Also, if you do something right
Everyone calls you a boff!
Who invented school anyway?
Their intentions were so good.
But teachers take it way too far
And get in such odd moods!
The idea of some education
Was a nice one, I must admit.
But the way we work, so hard, too hard,
Is really ever so s***!
It would not be so bad really
If we would get some pay.
But no! On top of homework
We’re cooped in small room all day!
Now back to life, ever fancied someone
But thought that they didn’t notice you?
I fancy Louise, and she’s really fit,
But people say my name and she says “Who?”
For once in my life, I would like to be accepted
Instead of constant ridicule,
I’ve had many a name, poof, fat boy and shrimp,
And it makes me feel like a fool!
I can’t wait for Yr 10, I can drop some subjects,
Prepare for my GCSEs,
And maybe Louise will notice me,
And I might get a little less teased.
After all, who wants to be young,
We can’t gamble, drink or have sex,
But alas, fear not, for I always think,
Just wait, it’s adulthood next…
__________________________________________________
What I’m trying to say with this poem is that, if these truly are the best days of our lives, then adulthood must be hell. I mean, which is better: sex (lots of it!), alcohol, gambling, driving and being paid, or schoolwork, homework, puberty and boredom.
I’ll let you decide!
You think about sex and girls,
In fact these are the most important things
In the entire world!
"Your school days are the best of your life!"
That's how the saying goes.
So I can't even imagine what horrors await us
In adulthood! God only knows!
Homework! What is the point? I ask!
It really pees me off!
Also, if you do something right
Everyone calls you a boff!
Who invented school anyway?
Their intentions were so good.
But teachers take it way too far
And get in such odd moods!
The idea of some education
Was a nice one, I must admit.
But the way we work, so hard, too hard,
Is really ever so s***!
It would not be so bad really
If we would get some pay.
But no! On top of homework
We’re cooped in small room all day!
Now back to life, ever fancied someone
But thought that they didn’t notice you?
I fancy Louise, and she’s really fit,
But people say my name and she says “Who?”
For once in my life, I would like to be accepted
Instead of constant ridicule,
I’ve had many a name, poof, fat boy and shrimp,
And it makes me feel like a fool!
I can’t wait for Yr 10, I can drop some subjects,
Prepare for my GCSEs,
And maybe Louise will notice me,
And I might get a little less teased.
After all, who wants to be young,
We can’t gamble, drink or have sex,
But alas, fear not, for I always think,
Just wait, it’s adulthood next…
__________________________________________________
What I’m trying to say with this poem is that, if these truly are the best days of our lives, then adulthood must be hell. I mean, which is better: sex (lots of it!), alcohol, gambling, driving and being paid, or schoolwork, homework, puberty and boredom.
I’ll let you decide!