I am Growing a Truck in the Garden

I 'm Growing a Truck in the Garden

I Wake Today I wake today, get out of bed, then stretch and yawn and scratch my head. I find my clothes. I pull them on. I wonder where my homework's gone. I grab a breakfast bar for fuel, and get my pack and head to school. I'm truly shocked. The lights are off. The door is locked. I check my watch. It's me, not them. I woke too soon. It's 4: 00 a. m.

Breakfast in Bed This morning I made my mum breakfast in bed. I tried to be careful, but burnt all the bread. I tried to make sure that the coffee was hot, by boiling the bit left in yesterday's pot. I chaned a few pancakes, potatoes and beans. The sausage, I toasted to wee smithereens. I made her some muffins like miniature coals, and roasted a package of cinnamon rolls.

I scorched several servings of hamburger hash, and microwaved bacon until it was ash. I blackened a bagel, which started to smoke. The smoke alarm sounded. My mother awoke. I think she was panicked. Her eyes filled with dread. I proudly presented her breakfast in bed. She grimaced, then silently counted to ten, and asked me to never make breakfast again.

I Don't Know What to Do Today I don't know what to do today. Perhaps I'll go outside and play, or stay indoors and watch TV, or take a bath, or climb a tree. Or maybe I'll go ride my bike, or bounce a ball, or take a hike, or jump a rope, or scratch my head, or play a game, or stay in bed, or dance a jig, or pet the cat, or drink some milk, or buy a hat, or sing a song, or read a book, or change my socks, or learn to cook, or dig a hole, or eat a pear, or call my friends, or brush my hair, or hold my breath, or have a race, or draw a picture on my face.

I'm so confused, and bored, and blue, and can't decide what I should do. I guess that I should just ask you. So, what do you think I should do?