I was having such a rotten day the second I woke up.
I decided I would pout all day and be a big huge grump.
My brother cried and cried all night-- I barely slept a wink.
A monster pulled my covers off. I promise! Well, I think.
That's it! The day is ruined before it's even begun.
What good could come out of this day? Nothing, nada, none.
But hey! What's that lovely smell that's coming from downstairs?
That smell is so delicious that it wipes away my cares.
I'll tiptoe quietly right quick to see what it could be.
Who's that there in the kitchen? Oh look! It's mummy.
Just look at this fantastic feast that must have taken hours.
My mum has slaved and slaved away-- so I just can't be sour.
I'll gobble up this breaky that she's made just for me.
What a day today will be, because of my mummy.
by allison