by Queen Mayo
The annoying tring of the alarm,
nags me to get up for school.
I stretch my arm,
and switch off the annoying tool.
As I open the bedroom door,
with a soft creak,
I really can't be sure,
whether I should go back to sleep.
I creep back to bed,
and eventually start to snore.
An hour later I hear a dribble by my head
And I realize the sky is about to pour.
As I lazily watch the rain,
Mum bangs the door for my attention.
She tells me I'm late yet AGAIN
And that I should expect a detention.