It's 6 o'clock on a rainy day,
My dad tells me to get up anyway,
I don't wanna go,
I just wanna stay low,
But he takes away the covers and it's no time to play.
I slowly wake up, as I rise from the bed,
My muscles are sore and my brain is dead.
I try to stretch, but it fails instead!
I bang my noggin' and my forehead's red!
I walk to the table, with my eyes all bad,
I look at my breakfast and complain and get mad.
I stare at my food,
In no good mood,
And start to think that It can be sad.
I pack up my notebooks,
And walk out the door.
(Sorry couldn't finish this---heck it's 9:33)
