Its eleven fifty and I don't have much time.
In ten minutes I will be clean out of luck.
I hope this is an obstacle I will be able to climb.
If not Mrs. Collentine will make me look like a schmuck.
I procrastinated to the last possible minute.
Im sure this strategy will not pay off.
Eventually i will face this habit and win it.
But not before the stress of these last few minutes give me a cough.
Only three minutes to go before im toast.
Tomorrow will surely tell what will happen.
I hope that she will be an exceptionally good host.
Well only one minute so i might as well start rappin.
Yea well my goose is cooked because its twelve o clock.
It appears that i have lost my other sock.
My old moldy cheese is as hard as a rock.
Im sure this poem will make people talk.
Thank you goodnight!!!!!
Hahaha! This is really relatable because I think we have all procrastinated with something before (even our blogs). =P
ReplyDeleteOh man. I couldn't stop laughing Caruso, Mrs. Collentine definitely needs to read this. I believe we all procrastinated with something in life sometimes more than we like to admit too. Leigha's right, especially when it comes to our blogs. Im saving this as one of my favorite poems. Well done Mr. Caruso, well done.
ReplyDeleteOMG everyone procrastinates, i do it all the time, which when you have three things to do in one night really sucks but i think its so funny how you put it into poem form. Good job.
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