Sitting Here Poem by Karina Lopez

Just here sitting
Sitting here,
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to do,
Its boring and
its pouring outside.
We gotta stay inside
Or they might kick our behinds.
Besides its not like were going to die.
These hours will fly by.
Why dont you play with some twine.?
It'll all be fine.
Just get it all out of your mind.
Just here sitting,
sitting here
Nowhere to go,
Nothing to do,
It'll all be over soon.

By- Karina Lopez