I am six,
My mom's a slouch,
We're late, yes, we're late again.
It's 9:45,
We've got 30 miles to go,
And swim lessons start at ten.
I put on my swimsuit,
Brush my teeth,
And grab a hat to cover my hair.
Barefoot and flustered,
I scramble for shoes,
In my closet of ten thousand pairs.
My tummy is grumbling,
I grab the last Pop-Tart,
I feel like I'm starving to death.
I smile at my sister,
As she walks towards the pantry,
Because I know there's none left.
My mom yells to us,
"It's 9:55!
Get some shoes and get in the van."
I do as she says
And grab some Crocs
Then run as fast as I can.
We get to the Y
And run to the door
It's already five after ten.
"Head to the pool,"
My mom yells to us,
"And I'll go sign us in."
Just a few feet away,
Yes, I am almost there,
I hear my mom yell, "E!"
I turned in fear,
"What'd I do wrong?"
But she is just laughing at me.
She's giggling,
And pointing down at my feet,
I'm curious so I look too.
Oh, no! Look at me!
These Crocs are not right.
One is brown and the other is blue!
So what do ya think?? This is my entry for this week's Writer's Workshop prompt #2: Write a poem inspired by a picture you took last week. Share both!
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