by Tazkia aged 9

Test day,
When the classroom
Always cheerful
Becomes duller.
A corn maze of tables
Students at every end
The clatter of pencils
The tapping of shoes
The flicking of papers
As the test commences
3…2…1 GO!!!
The words on the pages
Bold and clear
Yet my vision
Becomes blurred
As the words on the page
Merge into one
My brain becomes twisted
As I ponder into space
My memory lost
Then suddenly I remember
The whole point of tests
So teachers can teach
And gain some cash.
Soon the tests over
All can relax
Not worry, not care
Because the whole point
Of tests of course
Is to help us learn
And learn some more.

2 Responses to “Tests”

  • Tazkia

    No, sorry, I don’t attend cubs. But, I do know how poetic you are. You have pure talent SOPHIE!πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜—πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜†πŸ˜ŽπŸ’—πŸ‘¨β€πŸ«

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