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In honor of final projects due this week, the conclusion of eight years of university education, and National Poetry Month, I present a poem I thought was absolutely the funniest thing ever when I was about nine years old.

Homework! Oh, Homework!

by Jack Prelutsky

Homework! Oh, Homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You’re giving me fits.

I’d rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.

Homework! Oh, homework!
you’re last on my list,
I simply can’t see
why you even exist,
if you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!

Pretty self-explanatory, really.  Just a few more days to go…

People keep telling me that I’ll never really be free of homework.  Right now I choose to ignore that fact.  I will put my fingers in my ears and sing loudly to drown out the reality.  Tra la la.