An Ode to September

An Ode to September

Oh how I dread the start of school,

It’s enough to make me act the fool.

Nay, it’s not the empty house I mind, nor even waking kids on time.

It’s not the morning rush to dress, not the carpool with its added stress.

The foulest element of back to class

Is the set of supplies I must amass.

Pencils and pens and binders - oh my!

Paper, erasers and markers to buy.

Oh, what a nightmare!  What a pain!

Oh, how I hate to shop again!

Lo, I spy the crowded aisles!

Behold the lines that stretch for miles!

I gnash my teeth as I hie yonder, wrestling with a cart that wanders.

Woe to me!  I find stock depleted, mostly of the stuff I needed!

I must hence get me out the door, to yet another supply store.

And then with dismay, go out once more, for what the kids forgot before.