Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poem #312

2nd poem of the day :)

Early Morning
Wake up in the morning, it’s way too early.
I want my hair to be straight but instead it is curly.
I really just want to go back to sleep,
Turn off the lights and not make a peep.
I force myself to get out of bed.
I’m so tired and my feet feel like lead.
I can’t think straight, my mind is full of fog.
The rest of the world is sleeping like a log.
I get dressed and do my hair,
Getting up this early is so not fair.
I’m finally done and ready to go.
It’s time to go to school I know.
Finally getting over the urge to stay,
I realize that it’s Saturday!

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