September 4, 2012, 11 o'clock I climb into bed,
I snuggle with my blanket and make sure I don't hit my head.
I toss and turn waiting to fall asleep,
When will sleep slowly come and creep?
Hours pass and I am still lying down awake.
When will I ever catch a break?
I think to myself what can I do? So I start to read a book
That is about an innocent chicken being overcooked.
When that fails I begin to count sheep,
But whatever I do, I make sure not to weep.
After all that, my mind finally stops wondering
And before I know it my eyes are slowly closing and my mind has stopped pondering.
It takes a couple more minutes until I start dreaming
About the first day of senior year which is finally beaming
1, 2, and 3 I am finally asleep.
Ready for senior year which will creep.

Wow Mary I know how you feel, my poem was similiar =P .....
ReplyDeleteLOL. Loved the ironic ending of the second one!! Clever!
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