The Lime-Stained Wall

Busy, busy, hate to study
Droopy-droop, I’m too lazy

Reading, reading, mind is bleeding
A white wall staring, silence screaming

Learning, learning, eyes adoring
Can’t see the road
A sunny morning, I’m yearning

Read a travel, seen a poem
Too many tickets, this bus that roams

Rhyme! Rhyme! Screams the lime
Why a lime? We’re out of time!

A one-way ticket to a distant star
The bus still roams! How far we are?

Right, right! They yell, “Just write!”
This poem holds meaning, to hell it might!

Tossed a stone, I asked, “How far?”
The lime, it yells…
“To hell with that! Yarr!”

Where to? The beach? The park? The mall?
Nothing, nothing!
Just a lime-stained wall

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