lamelamelame

My very own lame poem.

I wake up in the morning

my toe all a-freezing

I got to school wearing

a winter uniform

While we are having art,

those annoying boys find someone

The someone happens to be,

 our teacher.(oh, no)

So far today he threw two people out of the class

that makes me very scared of him

next period's recess and it' cold,

so I head to the library,

and that made me late for class.

This period is Humanities.

Teacher's gonna kill me,

when I got to class

I realized I left my Health books in my locker.

She drones on and on

about Eureka tower and the Yarra,

If I can't stand being with her

just 45 mins,

I don't know how I will

Survive tomorrow's field trip.

She's taking us to Melbourne City

oh I'm so dead.

Finally I went 2 Health,

Ms Trevillian went to organise the

Music talent show.

A chinese lady took Ms. Trevillian's place

She asked us to call her Mrs. K,

I let her sign my diary.

I'm too lazy to talk about Lunch

I juz watched the Music Talent Show,

and didn't finish my apple.

I had a Japanese test,

and I thought 23/25 isn't that bad.

So I came home and

wrote this really really really

lame ~o poem.

I lurve my life here.

I am KitKat here. =D