The Day of the Leaving
By Natalia
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Memories of my homework
Disappeared that very day
I kept saying I would do it
But it never went that way
I slept till late on Saturday
And on Sunday till evening five
I never once thought of it
Not even on my late night drive
Soon came Monday
And with it my sentence
The teacher's face loomed
And with it my repentance
I could have pleaded
But I did not
What would I say-
That I forgot?
No, the truth never comes handy
When you are caught in the game
Actually, it makes it harder
To hold onto your name
So I told my teacher
I was busy that weekend
So could she please, please...
Give the rules a little bend
As expected she said no
That old sick dozy cow
But it was all right, it was ok
It was time to play dirty now
Stuff you miss!- I screamed
And I walked out of her class
And a lot of good it did
Because never again did we pass!
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