Delay

As I walked through the door,
I got hit by the bore.
I sat at my desk,
and we began another test.
As I looked at the page my mind went blank.
It felt as if I had just sank.
How come I didn't know any of this?
Was there something I had missed?
I tried the best I could and handed it in.
After all what's the worst that could happen?
The day I got my test back was the day I dread,
because on the front page was an F marked in red.
This was my last chance I was supposed to pass.
If I showed this to my parents they would kick my a**.
I came back to reality and the teacher began to say,
"have this test signed and back by Monday."
Sweat started to form on my brow.
How would I get this signed, how?
On Monday morning I decided it would be best,
if I were the one to sign the test.
Satisfied, I turned around.
Only found my teacher wearing a frown.
He looked disappointed and started to say,
If I needed help I shouldn't delay.
So I came in every Tuesday from six to eight.
By the end of the semester I was doing great.
I told my friends about the after school program
But, in front of each other, they didn't give a damn
They thought school was all a big joke,
All they wanted to do was have a good smoke.
But eventually one by one they wanted to know,
If they could get into the program,
because they were kind of slow.
After a while they all said it was kind of cool,
and the program helped a lot after school
The next week we had a major test
We all studied but we were still stressed.
We all took it together and did pretty nice,
and if you ask me we're still cool as ice.
The moral of this story is do not delay.
If you need extra help get it right away.