Clock Poem by Jas Andrada

Clock



“Peew! ” Whoa, what is that strange sound? As I crept into the empty boring school that early morning, I was flabbergasted by the strange circular metal thingy on the roof of our school. It looked like a satellite dish with LED’s but I that it’s more than that. Oh I know, it must be a flying saucer! My wondering was cut by the sound that came from our family form room, where I left my bag two weeks ago before the term break. I got a good scolding from Mum for that. I marched into the room and voila! My bag! As I opened it, I didn’t see my books. I didn’t see my pencil case. I didn’t see my papers. All I saw was this little green critter that went “Peew! ” loudly. Then it bit my finger! Aaah! ! Suddenly, it flew from the room and I sprinted after it. The next thing I knew, my alarm went as it greeted me good morning.

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