It has been bugging me since Primary School;

Trying to get me into deep trouble,

Whispering for sleep to dawn

And often it has succeeded,

But my teacher would knock on the table—

To the principle's office I go.

Often during ECA time,

When I've nothing good to do

Often I'd do something weird.

Like doing a whirlpool

In the middle of a serene

Sunset scene

Or do stars on fruits

And fail my Art.

Sometimes I wish

That I catch it—

The thing that's making me do these things.

And cut it into many halves

Then flush it down the toilet.