05:30 AM, the alarm rings,
Mom bustles into my room,
She attempts to stir me from my sleep,
The haunting thought of school does loom.
I try to rebel with all my heart,
I SWEAR I’m not going today!
School is for BABIES and I need my sleep,
I’m just going to do it my way!
But Mom’s used to my drama, my passionate pleas,
[I DO shout them out everyday]
She blackmails me with the speakers I broke,
Practically FORCING me to obey.
All through the morning I loudly protest,
I make my beliefs clear,
I HATE school, I really do,
It isn’t really something I consider dear.
Pop quizzes from Ms. Cadillac,
Await me in an hour or two,
I glumly button my crispy vest,
Feeling utterly solemn and blue.
After a hurried bowl of Honey Loops,
And a glug, glug, glug of juice,
I dejectedly resign, shuffle to the bus,
I give up my struggle, call truce.
The bus ride is a morbid affair,
32-distraught faces in all,
I can’t WAIT for Summer but suddenly remember that,
We’ve only JUST slipped into fall!!