I go to bed each morning.I wake up every night.I spill my milk at breakfast,and then turn on the light. Each day I miss the school bus.I never have been late.I don’t turn in my homework.My teacher thinks I’m great. My favorite game is basketball.I cannot sink a shot.We haven’t won a single game.Our team is getting hot! Last year I was in high school.Now I’m in second grade.Next year I’ll be in daycare.I’ll really have it made! When I grow up, I’m hopinga baby I can be:a pacifier in my mouth,my cradle in a tree. This poem’s so confusing.It’s all so crystal clear.Perhaps I’ll understand itwhen I am born next year. Ends
