We have to write a poem talking about something boring and make it interesting. My topic isn't exactly boring...it's more like automatic. But, for me, this is true. Enjoy.
Five More Minutes
I take the covers and pull them up.
Oh what I would give for five more minutes.
My bed is calling for me
"Come sleep," it says.
I straighten the sheets, while ignoring the cries,
"Sleep, just for five more minutes"
I turn away.
Since that is all I want to do.
Who wakes up this early?
Damn school.
My bed calls me,
"I know you want to sleep," it says
"I know you want to sleep," it says
"Sleep, just for five more minutes"
I have to get up.
I have to get get going.
I have to get dressed so I don't miss the train.
But my bed is so comfy, as I place the pillow on.
I look at the clock.
I'll sleep.
Just for five more mintues.
I am so not a morning person.
2 comments:
Great attempt to turn your desire to go back to bed into a fairly well done poem. I also like the pic, and think you are to be credited for trying to capture the real "morning you."
i love this, i feel the whole wanting to go back to sleep thing
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