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?
Just a lime-stained wall