A Poem
Jeff
By Liam Griffin
School, school, it makes me drool
Because it is terribly uncool.
School is hard when a Saint Bernard is drooling
So much it could fill a barn.
Now this Saint Bernard is Jeff
He is also almost deaf. He is old and
Gladly, he does not smell like mold.
That would make me gag and
I would need to find a bag.
For I have no bag I would not want to gag.
So I read my books and think of crooks,
But who would steal my books?
Jeff snores and bores into my brain
School is now associated with pain!
Pain! It hurts!
And Jeff blurts out his snores.
Why!? Why!? I must go!
Now don’t make me slow. I need to go!
Get away I must. There is no one I can trust.
Jeff drools and snores.
But he is deaf so he can’t hear. Now I drool because
School is uncool.
Jeff wakes up and leaves. Thank you God!
Now school can continue.
I just found out: I get nothing done when
Jeff isn’t about! Wait! Come back!
School must continue! Please my friend
Jeff is back, snoring and boring, drooling and pooling.
I need to repaint the floor.
Jeff!
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