Oska
Free Verse Poetry
Wednesday
in my comfy bed,
my sister's alarm
waking me again.
My bed is a mess
like every other morning.
I get out of bed,
attempt to get into my uniform,
and only just get it on.
I go back to my bed
wishing I could
lie in it again
but instead
I halfheartedly make it.
I did a terrible job
and am scared to touch it
as it might fall apart again.
I drag myself
to the kitchen,
make brekkie
and then stuff it down
my mouth-hole.
Next, I limp over
to the fridge
and the freezer,
I get the bread, butter, cheese and roast beef slices.
I open up the butter,
starting to wake up
and stare at a potential crime scene.
Huon, my brother,
thirteen years of age,
has massacred the butter again.
He thinks
that when he
attacks the butter
with a butter knife,
it makes it softer.
It probably does,
but why?
After peppering Huon
with questions
about why he kills the butter,
I just make my sandwich
and pack my lunchbox.
Suddenly, I remember that
Dad forgot to sign
the Game Training note...
AGAIN!
I try to call him
but the phone is mucking up.
I message Mum
to message Dad
about the Game Training note
and about the massacre on the butter.
I fill up my drink bottle
and do my personal check
to see I have everything
I need for school.
I then lock the door behind me
and Sequoia,
my nine year old
sister.
I arrive at
the Lollipop Man,
Howard.
He has a joke ready
for me and Sequoia.
he always has jokes
and they're good as well.
"Where's the best place
to watch angry, angry elephants?"
Sequoia and I
are clueless.
"On TV!"
I arrive at school.
FINALLY!
I meet my friends
and talk about
the usual stuff
that friends talk about.
That is by far
the best thing at school.
Better than writing,
better than sport.
Better than anything else,
F-R-I-E-N-D-S.
THE END!