7 Days Left

Our year’s winding down,

And it has been long

I don’t quite know why,

It could be my new thong

But that’s not a matter,

That we should discuss

It’s not like I’m some old man,

Wearing a truss

A TRUSS?  What the hell? 

Where is my poem going?

There are too many words

And my mind’s overflowing

The year’s winding down,

Yes, yes now we’re on track

Now all that I need,

Is some catchy wise crack

A crack?  Aw HECK!

Now we’re back to the thong,

I’ve got to write something

Or things will go wrong

Not thongs, tightie-whities,

And not boxer briefs

I must write of school things,

To give some relief

I must shift my focus,

To matters of school

There are kids there are teachers,

And both topics are cool

Or the fact that ours days,

Are now down to seven

When you’re in single digits,

You know you’re in heaven

To get thoughts off my thong,

It seems best to say

Relax and breathe easy,

Cause it’s our last Monday!