The Worst Punishment – A Poem

On the ninth of May, I came to school.
My teacher said, “You are a fool.
Because you’ve made me very mad,
the punishment for you is bad.

“You have to hug a dirty hog
and run a twenty-one mile jog.
You have to sleep in a dumpsite
with rubbish on your left and right.

“You have to kiss a hundred frogs
And bathe about two hundred dogs.
You must ride a bike with no wheels
And touch ninety electric eels.”

I almost let out a loud scream.
Before that, I woke from this dream.
Because it was the ninth of May,
I dared not go to school that day.

4 Replies to “The Worst Punishment – A Poem”

  1. David Crossley says:

    I think I would have stayed home too lol… Another wonderful poem from the pen of Gloson. You have a great talent for one so young. Keep up the wonderful work my friend 🙂

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