Dawn of a New Day

Trrring, trrring, trrring!

What news does the phone bring?

It’s mom from home

Her gossip could fill a tome.

Talking to her is fun

But I have to run.

Throw back the sheets

Am up in three beats…

Dream filled eyelids and hot water baths,

Cream filled croissants and leaves on the paths.

Five year-old-brats who love to pitch fits,

She hates her clothes…Now that’s the pits!

The car won't start

And I have to dart

Why is there no carpool

To take me to school?

Ah well, that’s really swell

Boot up the Dell and vent like hell.