The Day I Went Mad

Writing a poem isn't always easy,
thousands of thoughts make you cheesy,
like the ideas I'm having since early morning
cramming them together will prove my daring.

Not helping a bit are the continous songs in the car
that I'll have to bear on this journey long and far.
So i am going to try my level best
while my adapting skills are put to test.

now early this morning, i think and think
of my time wasted in this vacation and all
No, my favorite colour is NOT pink,
and yet, in these vacations, i've had a ball!!

What with the guests and playing guitar,
or going jogging in the early morning hour,
maybe also the gym (where i rarely go)
and BASKETBALL with its fouls and free-throw!

Future homemaker, i tried my hand at cooking
peeking and cheating when no one was looking
and later came the poor oven's turn
when i tried to bake big burnt bun(s).

May - My sisters back home, and the home so clean
have not (yet) managed to make me lean.
This vacation of mine is by far the best,
well, who knows about the rest???

And yet i ponder early morning,
that the vacation has gone Oh-so-boring,
So the problem must with me lie,
as i havent finished the poem, and the day's gonna die!

So off i go, on a serious note,
tht goes out to my friends and my favorite goat,
(and you too lame one, playing the flute),
"I can't be serious even for une minute!!!!!"