A dream

I wake up in the morning, and get out of my nightgown,

I go to my kitchen, and make toast with bread rather brown.

I pack up my stuff, put on my bag, and out the door I go,

Too early in my opinion, the sun is still very low.

I get on the bus with glum faces staring up at me,

I trip and I stumble, it’s too dark to see!

I soon found that, many people are staring,

Is it my hair, maybe something I'm wearing?

I quickly check my face in the mirror,

And saw a face, when compared to, nothing looks dearer.

And worried about the matter no more,

While the bus drove in through the newly started downpour.

We finally arrive at school, and more and more people are starting to stare,

I still don’t understand, for I know I'm not that popul-ar.

I look down, for I suddenly remember something,

And found the problem, I forgot my clothing!

As I stand with all the attention on me,

In a way I find unpleasant you see.

But before I can scream, I hear a familiar ring,

And someone loud on the radio starts to sin.

I was in my room all dressed, shirt, pants, even socks,

And the auto-timer is going off on my boom box.

I et out of bed and out of my nightshirt,

And as I run down the stairs to find bread rather burned.

And as I run out the door to catch the bus,

A few people are staring, what is the fuss?

And then that is when I froze,

Oh dear, I think, I’ve forgotten my clothes.