No papers to grade.
No lessons to teach.
With summer just,
‘Round the corner,
And just within reach.
I’ve marked every test.
Even organized my desk.
Yet, I’m here.
Woe as me.
Getting paid,
To write poetry.
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Random Misanthrope 
Many would say you are fortunate :), getting paid to write poetry. Dream come true 🙂
Haha, woe is you,
Boo hoo hoo hoo,
(though I know that you speak,
with tongue firmly in cheek).
Oh yes,
I speak in jest.
Can’t you tell?
You know me well…