My poem

Sitting on my bed thinking of something to write
Looking around my room, giving myself a fright.
Lots of ideas come to my head,
I might just go to sleep instead.

My cosy bed, ready to get in,
But i've got this darn poem to write and give in
I'll need it finished by tomorrow,
I think i need somebodys brain to borrow.

Im thinking and thinking but i just keep yawning
I have to get this poem done by morning.
Lots of words and numbers coming to my brain,
Oh this poem really is a pain.

The idea come for a while, and then it just goes
Why did i put myself up to it? , god only knows.
Right thats it, i've had enough, im done
Oh yeah stupid teacher, looks like you've won.