Have you ever wondered why you forget so many things?
Sometimes it really stings,
But here`s a story of a forgetful day…
I was ready for school, my bag was packed (or so I say).

I sat down in my place,
My bag a bulging case,
I stretched my arm and said ‘Miss, I forgot my pen,’
I think I left it in my den.

‘We are doing complicated multiplication today!’ she raged
I know how to do this, but it would not come out on the page,
I told her and she whacked me about the head,
‘Stupid girl,’ she said

It was time for lunch,
My box wasn’t there, oh mum, thanks a bunch
The sandwich was rotten and the cookie was stale,
When I got home I was very pale.

‘Hi sweetie, your back already, how was school?’ said mum
I stared at the wall,
‘Well?’
I replied at last, ‘It was like being in a prison cell!’