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Christopher Willis, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2013
The door reluctantly opens to me
it`s definitely spat the dummy
my noodles are steaming with rage
they lost the game of tag with my fork
my television is laughing at me because someone made a bad joke
and partially cause i`m fumbling around for some water
i have to do my homework now
my rubber obviously despises my pencil because it keeps rubbing out it`s work
it`s time to do the homework on my computer
i should`ve checked the opening hours because it`s shut down shop
the dinner mum`s prepared is possibly still alive
i think i might have to wait for dessert
because i`ve lost my appetite
my book want`s me to read it`s essay
my playstation want`s me to play around with it
and my tv want`s me to watch it`s production
after all of the above i retire to my room
my pyjamas complain that it`s their turn
my tooth brush continues to dominate the ongoing fight against my teeth
my bed is trying to cloak me from the light
it finally succeeds and i plunge into darkness