My Iambic Pentameter day

This is a poem, each line is in Iambic Pentameter
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I woke up really early on my bed.
For breakfast I did eat two brioches.
I ate, and ate, until it hurt my head.
Ne’er did I think that this cruel day would come
For I would have a gruelling test today.
Ah! School exams, oh the stress of it all!
And I’ll dread the results because I’ll fail.
I left, with cricket bag trailing behind.
In sight of school, I dawdled with my friends.
I walked inside, and then unpacked my books.
In class, the teacher said, “You must revise.”
Oh curse these teachers, dastardly they are!
To the great hall I stumbled, nigh in tears.
Out came the papers, death in their pages.
I did not know the answer, so, distressed,
I pounded at the table with my fist:
My teacher’s piercing tone came forth again.
Exams are hard, methinks. What shall I do?
After exams, I ran with friends outside;
Now Maths is over, I am free at last!
Exams are finished. All the pain is gone.
‘Tis o’er now; our joy is back again!
‘Till I recall: foul Science still awaits!
-Greninja16
Category:Poems