Winter

The winter has taken its place,

Layer of clothing to keep ya self warm,

The season which I never like much,

Brrr it always bring me cold,

And lotta irritating body movement,

Just like the reverse in summer,

Here I'm wrapped up in a quilt,

With my notes to be eaten up,

And puked up at the papers,

That what teachers want anyways,

Take up their knowlege and puked it out when they test you,

To see how much you had learn,

Wish it was more like show me something I don't know,

But still life never goes like that,

Back to the notes,

Tich tich days of horror started. . . .