Ode to homework

Oh, dear, you cannot get out of my head.
You are stuck in my head from the instant I get out of bed.
I know, I know, you are whining for me,
But maybe we are not meant to be
I hate you, you hate me.
Because I am the one who made your face so ugly


At the first look at you, my legs became wobbly/

and I assumed that my were hands were made of jelly

You were so awkward I nearly cried
I thought that the teacher was going to eat me fried

Sorry, honey it is all my fault but tough luck,
Now you look like a masterpiece of a punk.
Once you were so neat, now so dirty,
You turned so much enough to gain pity

To make me cheer up once again,
Please be easier till the end.
Even though you look so bad,
I will go to sleep in my dearest bed.