Thursday, July 23, 2009

A POETIC BRUNCH


A brilliant sunbeam slants through a gap in the curtains.
It shines right on to my pillow.
I tidy up my beg and my hair while waiting for brunch.
The sound of pots banging comes from downstairs
symbolizes my mum is preparing the meal.
Whilst I glance right at my desk covers with lots of homework
I draw a sigh.
The laziness is postponed.
Homework times are substituted for entertainment.
I surrender to my inner demon that persuades me to go for entertainment first.
A sweet voice comes from downstairs,
asking me to eat. I look out of my window,
sigh with relief and hope that tomorrow my homework can be finished.

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