Mother...

Where is my belt?
Where is my car,
Alas! Where did you keep it?
I had left it in its nitch fit.

Why do you poke me,
Stop irritating me,
I will finish my work at my pace,
It’s not your school days.

Go find some other words to write,
I don’t need your constant voice,
There are better places to pick a fight,
Methods have changed so don’t create noise.

What food is this on my plate,
I crave for tasty treats all day,
But this chow only slows the metabolic rate,
Your healthy food tastes like hay.
 

The teachers are biased,

Most don’t know to teach,

I learn more from the net and it does not tire,

Oh! So you quit your preach.

Ma, go away let me sleep,

Leave me alone not make me weep,

What is a public exam, its easy,

So much so, I think it’s a shame to cram.