Monday means school; It's sixty past eight; The voice of a sister, "Gosh, you'll be late!"
I fly through my books, The minutes flash by, I tread in my shoes And slap on my tie.
I pause for a moment To fill up my pen, I rush for the comb, I wind up my watch, when...
"Oh no! It's the bell!" I streak through the gate, I'll have to break records To avoid being late.
PETER MOYE, 4th Year