No Sequel

I woke up to the sound of sirens ringing

and people screaming everywhere.

I got up and got dressed thinking about school,

wishing that I didn’t have to go there.

I rode my bike down the sidewalk,

through the quaking streets of Fort Worth,

where innocents were falling through the cracks,

swallowed into the core of the earth.

I arrived at school and secured my bike,

when meteors of bulky mass

blew it to pieces, leaving me thinking:

“Hooray! No more English class!”

Happy that life was finally looking up,

I was back in bed in a flash,

Then under the house, a volcano erupted

reducing me to ash.