A child is what you are and you like, to watch Disney, eat McDonald's, and to bike, but you lack the age to drive, you must get through school alive, and right now you hear your mom call, little tyke

From Create Your Own Story

"Get down here," she yells, Voice shrill as the church bells. You toss in your bed, feeling pain in the head, but sensing your food's great smells.

But your work was not done, and school you must shun. Besides, you have no energy, And sleep isn't free. You really don't want to run.

Stay ad miss the fun, of playing in the sun, but avoiding the disgrace, as your homework is gone without a trace, and by a cane you may be stunned

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