诗歌: At History I'm Hopeless

At history I'm hopeless.

At spelling I stink.

In music I'm useless.

From science I shrink.

At art I'm atrocious.

In sports I'm a klutz.

At reading I'm rotten.

And math makes me nuts.

At language I'm lousy.

Computers? I'm cursed.

In drama I'm dreadful.

My writing's the worst.

"I don't understand it,"

my teacher exclaims.

I tell her they ought to teach

video games.