Twas the night before
twas the day before 7th grade, no more hanging out under a hot tree's shade.
all sleepovers are over and summer is too, new clothes have been bought and maybe a shoe.
the girls are trying out new clothes, trying to find a signature pose.
boys are wistfully trading out their games, and thinking of weird nicknames.
as i worried about my prime # year, my sister got earrings punctured into her ear.
night creeps on but no one dares sleep, the're too busy, not counting sheep.
ideas of pencils and words through their mind, they think of new friends who fit their kind.
while the girls in a club are shooting, the owls at night are silently hooting.
Minnie popped 3 balloons while i popped four, and Rafiala was shooting at a alien at the door.
Iren shares an excitement that everyone has, because she has her friends in her class.
My bed has been made by my sister so true, she even made hers *and* the chinchin's too!
People are waiting for the alarm to ring, to wake up early finally with meaning.
With all new stuff that they can overuse, we can have a new excuse.
the orchestra room has been painted bright white, kids make the music colorful in spite.
the band got new music and new instruments too, painting their music with a colorful hue.
The choir decorated a bulletin board, and can't wait for students to sing a chord.
like if you want to go back to school, the yarn i have spun has come to the end of its spool.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.