Welcome to Mrs. Held's Third Grade Class
Boring
Jack Prelutsky
By the time that August ended,
I was feeling sort of blue.
I was bored with skates and Frisbees,
climbing trees was boring too.
I was sick of running races,
throwing any sort of ball,
there simply wasn't anything
I cared to do at all.
It was boring, boring, boring,
just to hear my parents say,
"Turn off the television, please,
and go outside and play."
I was glad to see September,
when vacation finally ends,
and glad to be back here again,
in class with all my friends.
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