Homework, I love you. I think that you’re great.
It’s wonderful fun when you keep me up late.
I think you’re the best when I’m totally stressed,
preparing and cramming all night for a test.

Homework, I love you. What more can I say?
I love to do hundreds of problems each day.
You boggle my mind and you make me go blind,
but still I’m ecstatic that you were assigned.

Homework, I love you. I tell you, it’s true.
There’s nothing more fun or exciting to do.
You’re never a chore, for it’s you I adore.
I wish that our teacher would hand you out more.

Homework, I love you. You thrill me inside.
I’m filled with emotions. I’m fit to be tied.
I cannot complain when you frazzle my brain.
Of course, that’s because I’m completely insane.

This poem, since I first encountered it in the third or fourth grade, has remained one of my favorites. It perfectly illustrates the point of view of a person who sometimes enjoys doing homework and at the same time, absolutely despises it but is powerless to not do it. It’s also quite humorous at times, and the last two lines, ” I cannot complain when you frazzle my brain. Of course, that’s because I’m completely insane,” sometimes applies to me, specifically when I do certain species of math homework.