Daily Routine Version 2 Poem by swarangi patil

Today is Monday
A day worst than Sunday
I have to get
Up at six
With so many things
To remember
My brain is with
A real mix
The homework, the class work
And many more things
With the bottle in my hand
And bag on my back
I leave for school
When it is so cool
I meet all my friends
And tell them new trends
And when the teacher enters
A thunder cloud saunters
The room gets dark
And a book comes with wide open mouth
As if it would eat us up
Then came monstrous
Numbers and a scale
Then came a playground
Where we all play
Then came a test tube
And came some specimens
But however everything
Went above our heads
Some made us scare
Some made us merry
Some made us confused
And I came back from school
Then went the day
As for my Sunday
This is my routine
For my Monday
A day worst than Sunday