A small poem...

Here is this little poem I wrote in the English class at school. I was sitting near the window and got tortured for nearly an hour by the scorching sunlight..

Bright and shining,
Sunshine burning,

like a heat laser,
causing unbearable torture,

forcing me to sweat,
uncomfortable I get,

Teacher forces me to sit here,
so that my jokes and chatting he would not have to bear..


I know that sounds a bit stupid, But what to do?.. Desperate students like myself often write desperate poems..:)