Excuses Poem by Janice M Pickett

I’m tired
I don’t want to go to school
If you let me stay home
I’ll mow the lawn
You can relax and that’s so cool

Come on Mum I’m feeling sick
Oh I mean I want to rest
I’ll wake up later when I feel better
I’ll be my very best

Oh dear Mum I don’t like that look
You’re getting cross with me
I feel a pain deep down inside
I can’t get dressed quickly

I really must go very slow
For with every move I make
The feeling inside starts getting worse
Ooh I have a tummy ache

Breakfast? No I couldn’t eat
I just want to sit for a minute
Lunch? Oh no not sandwiches
I hate what you put in it.

I can’t go now it’s much too late
the bell has already rung
the teachers are all gathered in their rooms
and the hymns have all been sung

OH I forgot
Today is prizes
and we get a drink and a bun
We don’t do work
Because there’s sport
And you’re making me late
HURRY Mum