When my clock struck six,
It whirred and danced
For my head to fix,
The sunshine glanced.
I opened my eyes,
I was very - very sleepy
Oh I said seeing the skies,
The morning is so creepy.
I headed to the bathroom,
To brush first
But I think I can’t reach my classroom,
As the tube burst.
I wanted a bath,
But on the watery path
As I tripped,
Till the door I slipped.
To eat my food,
I was nearly in a dead mood
But when my mother wanted me to be fed,
I broke my head.
When I reached the school gate,
I was nearly late
It was not a jolly day,
When I reached the class it was a holiday.
Apoorva Chaudhary
VI B
