Here is your backpack. Here is your lunch.
Now off you go. I love ya a bunch.
I wave out the window and blow them a kiss.
Then I hurry on home to the laptop I miss.
The summer's been a blast, a whole lot of fun.
But with all the vacations, no writing got done.
It's time to get busy, butt in chair, fingers on keys.
Oh, my little muse, come back to me please!
I only have six hours before they come home.
I don't shower, or do my hair, I don't pick up a comb.
I turn on the laptop, wait for it to boot.
But I'll check twitter first because it's always a hoot.
Then emails are next, and facebook, too.
I've wasted two hours, but that's nothing new.
I've got to get busy, I need to write.
But hey, look at this link! It's outta sight!
Stop it! Stop it now! Just stop it, I say!
I must get back to writing, and stop wasting the day.
I don't have much time, soon the kids will be home.
And I've wasted an hour just writing this poem? (Yes, yes I did)
So here I go. I'm going to write real stuff.
It's been quite a while, it's gonna be tough.
But I'm determined. Ready or not.
Shoot! The school bell just rang and I lost my shot.
By Angela Scott