Monday, November 28, 2011

sub. clause poem

After I wake up in the morning,
As I adjust to the dewy light of the day,
While tyring to peal the sleep from my eyes,
Before my daily arguments with family
Usually my mother is feeling argumentative.

Because my room isnt clean,
while my mother is yelling at me,
if i dont clean it shes going to blow,
since i was told seven times,
I eventually clean my room.

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