Liv's Poems

School Morning

9 o'clock on the dot in the playground,
As the bell goes,
You and your friends run to the doors,
You enter the cloakroom to start your day,
Traveling to class but on the way,
You realise it is homework day,
Run back to your bag to get the folder,
It's not there your good streak is over,
Entering your class your face is bright red,
You look in the box to double check,
Hooray it's there!
Everyone gives you a confused glare,
Sitting in my seat,
All my class mates I once again meet,
Oh my! That's only the morning!
I can't imagine what my afternoon is calling!!