poem

Ya i wrote this while dat xia zi was droning on wif dat monotone of hers. rachel pek said dat it is cute... well here it goes...

As i sat numbly in the dead setting of the classroom,
I looked at the SS teacher, with her mouth shooting off.
Oh! How those torrents of words rushed over me,
But i was immune, absorbed in my own world.
With my head bowed over my desk,
I closed my eyes and let my brain smoulder.
My thoughts travelled, from governments to communists to capital.
But my eyes snapped open, awake very much,
when the call of my name sounded.
The image of my SS teacher loomed over me.
As i acted cool, while inside I was shudderning with fear,
I caught a glimpse of my classmates' smirks.
Oh! How i never slept in my SS class again!

haha i noe dat maybe some ppl might find it lame but wadever... who asks me to have thick skin?