The Worst Day of the Week


I drag myself out of bed
I feel like i'm half dead
Crusty eyes and runny nose
I crawl to my closet to get some clothes
At school,my scary teacher stares me down
His mouth cemented in a permanent
frown
I am not surprised when he speaks
He has been saying it for weeks
and weeks
It's wrong all wrong he growls
at me
I leave that class running at
top speed
I stumbled through the rest
of the day
failing my history test on the
way
Today is Monday the worst
day of the week!
I hope that tomorrow won't be
so bleak!

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