The last page of my notebook...

I always hope no teacher will ever look,
At the last page of my notebook.

It is full of scribbles and doodles,
Pictures of people, houses and poodles.

Memories of knot played with friends,
And writing the scores at the end.
Which now I can't comprehend.

Dates of history and valencies of chemistry,
A little of Hitchcock's mystery.

The time for an extra class,
The properties of a pyrex glass.

Scores of our cricketers names,
And of course every teachers Nick name.

I must confess that,
The last page was really a mess.

And there is something I want to say,
That this poem was written on the last page of my notebook, only yesterday.....