It's Monday morning at 7: 01,
You're still hafl asleep; your homework is half done,
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal's dry,
Your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye,
You're walking to school; it's thirty degress,
Your fingers won't work; your toes and ears freeze,
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks,
Your backpack straps snaps; your soup thermos leaks,
You slip on the school steps; you trip in the hall,
The toilet floods in the bathroom stall,
The gym door is locked, Library's same,
Thr principal greets you with the wrong name,
Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed,
Your bean sprout is dead; you clay pot is cracked.
Your pencils are dull, the shapener jams,
Your fingers get crunched when your desktop slams,
Your math partener gone; You neighbour is rude,
Your teachers again in the crabby mood,
The morning bell rings, it is 8: 01,
Come cozy up to the whiteboard,
Another school day's begun.
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