Ø As the long days stretch before me,

Ø Bored, I recite A to Z.

Ø Who knew holidays could be boring,

Ø When the days seem unending?

Ø Lonely, I miss all the flurry,

Ø The preparations and the hurry.

Ø I miss the early risings,

Ø And even the daily teasings.

Ø I miss my close buddies,

Ø And even the class bullies.

Ø I miss the friendly teachers,

Ø And even the boring lectures.

Ø Ah I'd better say it,

Ø Before erupting in a fit.

Ø Using my pen as a tool,

Ø I shout – I MISS SCHOOL!