I’m late. I’m late. I’m late!
First day of school and this is my fate.
Phew! I’m finally there,
but in the halls I notice the stares.
I gasp when I look down,
for my pants are nowhere to be found!
Surely, this isn’t happening to me.
All the laughs and giggles—I run and flee.
Then I’m fully clothed and entering the classroom.
I sigh, everything will be fine, I assume.
Teacher asks for our work ad I turn pail.
I’ve got nothing and now I’ll fail.
She gives me an ‘F’ and sends me away.
My life is over; it’s been the worst day.
Then I wake up—panic—check my alarm.
Only 6:15am, I’m on time and safe from harm.