Finally, exams are gone,
School works are already gone.
No more notes to study,
No more friends to bully.

Now, what am I gonna do?
Staying home? I think so.
Okay! But it sounds boring,
So i'll just do writing.

At the same time waiting,
For my grades to come in.
I wonder how they look like,
Poor? I hope I'm not right.

Hey! Just keep on writing,
Finish this poem that's rhyming.
But no more words to tackle,
(By the way) What should be its title?