(A/N: this is a poem I wrote in 8th grade.)
The smell of Bad Luck
run through my nose
it makes me recall my memories
of the Ridiculous Day:
There was no sun in the sky
And I woke up with a stomachache
I thought, "I must hurry, or
I will be late!"
I changed into my uniform as quick as I can.
Grab my school bag
And set off for a run.
I ran across the road
Tripped over my shoelace,
Broke my glasses but still
dashing through the streets.
I dropped my iPhone
Into the drains. But I
have no time to stop for it
When I got to school,
I realise
"Omg! It's Saturday!"
By Charm M.
A/N:
Charm M is my pen name at that time.
And the things happened in this poem are not true.... I just wrote it because I'm bored.
S.L.
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