That Poet

This is a collection of my own poems, purely for enjoyment. On that note... ENJOY!


14. Holiday Morning

I hear my parents talking,

I know the kettle's on.

The radio is babbling,

and my pre tense of sleep is gone.


My bed is warm and cosy,

the curtains are sill drawn,

I draw my pillow closer,

and drink in the light of dawn.


There's breakfast in pyjamas,

and toast crumbs in the bed,

(I hope they're all gone afterwards,

if mum sees them I'm dead!)


I'm glad that it's the holidays,

even though my school is great.

They give you homework when you're back again,

and all homework I hate.

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