Its Monday, AGAIN .

Readers,

The compositions I have posted so far are all serious products 

of focused poetry efforts.

But, they are all serious.

So on a lighter note, here is what a student goes through 

EVERY SINGLE MONDAY.

p.s.  this thing was composed in less than 3 minutes (honestly),

       so excuse the quality. 

Awakened by a loud ringing,

I kill my alarm,

The culprit who was singing.

Then the painful injustice of getting out of my bed.

"I hate Mondays", to myself i said.

Took a bath and wore my dress,

Combed my hair

and rushed down the stairs.

Now the treasure hunt begins.. 

Where are my socks?

Dresser, drawer, carpet, bed.

Wardrobe, tables, my book of fables?

I checked everywhere.

And found them in my school bag.

Oh yes, there.

Then the half- marathon,

half- sprint to the honking bus.

At school, the effort for an A +.

What do I get instead?

The teacher's smirk, 

Along with homework, and more homework.

This is how my week begins, 

In the wait for next Sunday

But alas, the week's best day

is still far, far away.......