A poem:The sun's going down,I look at my desk-Of books and papers,A mountain of mess.There's homework to do-I let out a sigh,There's too much that needs doin'Too little to brush aside...I can hear the boys outsideDribbling the basketball,Only half an hour to goBefore I answer their call...I write a couple pagesBefore realizing, alarmedA test I'll …
The Forgers of Fantasy 