The day that all happens
Tuesday 11 th October 2011Today...
I go to a museum,
I draw some fossils,
I copy titles,
I decorate uneatness.
I don't eat breakfast,
I starve,
I eat lunch late and quickly,
a boring busdrive.
I am late for homeroom,
I am late for sport,
I am late for english,
I am late for geo.
I have my pictures taken,
which make me late for geo,
which makes me forget my geo book,
which makes me get all nervous.
I am late for Guitar Orchestra,
I have to eat while people play,
I get my hands all dirty with chocolate,
I can't find my mum.
I can't find my mum,
I run to get my bags,
I run back,
I am EXHAUSTED.
I get a shower,
I practice my hobby presentation,
I study for history,
I study for VOCAB,
I study for french.
I do piano homework,
I fight with my sister,
I eat my supper,
and I go upstairs.
That is my worst day as well as the day that all happens (this poem is completely true)
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