Not wanting to go to school.

W.A.L.T create a ballad poem and make up our own rhythm.

Rhythm. A, B, B, A.

I am laying in bed thinking of not going to school,

Mum is telling me to get out of bed but it is to cold,

She comes up to me and puts me in a warm hold,

Hoping that the day is not on april fools.

I get out of bed and all of my clothes are all damp,

Mum gets the hot water bottle ready,

And I am there still watching five nights of freddy,

Mum tells me if I put my clothes on I will be a champ,

I’m walking to school with my friends talking along,

I feel as warm as being in a desert,

But then we saw a puppet called burt,

Then we all realized that we had said something wrong,

I am doing my maths and knowing that I hate it,

I feel like my head is going to blow up!

Then I thought of my little cute pup,

I felt like I had to quit,

I was sitting next to my best friend

Who was yabbering in my ear

All I wanted him to disappear,

As I wanted this conversation  to end,