poem by a worn-out student

went to bed at 3, woke up at 7:30

after a bath, my hair is still dirty

of course it was raining, when i rolled out of bed

"you've got to be kidding me," was all that i said.

with my backpack weighing more than a ton

i put on my jacket and prayed for the sun

but no sun was seen, and as soon as i parked

the hail started falling

"awesome," was my remark.

a ten mile walk to campus, no big deal

the hail continued to hit me, and my happiness steal

it soon turned to snow, and i laughed quite a laugh

"it's april for heaven's sakes!" as i tripped over my calve

with so much homework that kept me up

my eyes droop sadly as i drink water from my cup.

"stay awake, you fool.  concentrate," i say.

won't this day ever end and send me on my way?

this poem proves how delirious i am.  thank you, and good day.