Breakfast Time In A Busy House Poem by Rosalita Fern

In a small kitchen,
The 5 of us struggle,
The toaster pops,
The milk spilt,
The buttery knife lays idol,
Roughly dressed and dreary eyed family,
The kettle boils its angry steam,
Yet We are happy,
We are content,
We dont get mad,
We dont get angry that your in the way,
We laugh,
We joke through our crumbed mouths,
Our hairs a mess,
Like a little birds nest,
Our faces not yet fallen to the norm.
Our sleepy eyes, make a gradual growth.
The light begining to awaken the outside.
By the end of Breakfast time in a busy household
We look imaculate
Only the kitchen does not.