Today won’t be fun
This backpack must weigh a ton!
I really hate this freezing weather,
Mother recommended wearing a sweater.
To my annoyance, my gloves keep slipping,
At this point, I probably need to start running
If I don’t, I’ll be late
If I am, I shall have nothing on my plate.
My thoughts run to the punishment,
If I’m lucky I could live in the tent.
Bruises will appear in one minute,
In my body there’d be no spirit.
My face must have gone funny
For my friend gave me some honey.
Even then I still thought of home
Soon enough I’d be shipped off to Rome