A Schoolboy's Day

I get dressed half-past six,

Holding a cereal bowl, then I mix.

I get dressed and mix my tea,

Making sure I don't forget my key,

I make my bed and brush my teeth,

Then check under my bed to see if my homework is beneath.

Then I kiss my mum for packing my lunch,

and she tells go give the bully a punch.

Then I go to school with my friends,

The conversations are long and never ends,

We have eight lessons every day,

That's making me old and decay,

French, English, Math, Science, Geo, History, Gym, and Art,

All that makes go mad and fart.

Lunch is nice and teachers are a swine,

I hate them when they tell me the words I've got to define,

After school, I ride my bike,

Thinking about homework that I so much dislike.

Before dinner, I work with my dog,

Ranting about school by sitting on a log.

Then I do some shopping and my homework,

The whole time calling Mr. Jane a swine and a jerk.

In the evening, I surf the internet,

Relieving my mind that's upset.

Then I help my mom around the flat,

So I don't gain weight and become fat,

I watch TV and play chess with my dad,

So he can call me good boy and be glad,

And I go to bed at eleven,

When the night goes up, that's when.