my kul daz ( by hemant )

It's Monday morning at 7:01.
You’re still half asleep; 
your homework’s half done.  
Your shower is cold; your oatmeal’s dry.  
Your mother forgets to kiss you good-bye.  
You’re walking to school; it’s thirty degrees.  
Your fingers won’t work; 
your toes and ears freeze.  
Your zipper is stuck; your left sneaker squeaks.  
Your backpack strap snaps; your soup thermos leaks.  
You slip on school steps; you trip in the hall.  
The toilet floods in the bathroom stall.  
The gym door is locked; library’s the same.  
The principal greets you by the wrong name.  
Your classroom is hot; the coat rack is packed.  
Your bean sprout is dead; your clay pot is cracked.  
Your pencils are dull; the sharpener jams.  
Your fingers get crunched when your desktop slams.  
Your math partner’s gone; your neighbor is rude.  
Your teacher’s again in a crabby mood.  
The morning bell rings; it is 8:01.  
Come cozy up to the whiteboard,  
Another school day’s begun.