The morning starts like any other.
Sleeping school-girl, plus small brother.
Uniform is freshly pressed.
Ready for her to get dressed.
Everything is still and calm,
Until Skirt hears the school alarm.
She pokes the others on their clip,
And wriggles from the hanger’s grip.
From clinging to the bedroom door,
She drops – and scrunches on the floor.
Immensely proud now thus released.
Her work is done. She’s nicely creased!
Left Sock sees this, quite impressed,
And takes his chance before she’s dressed…
He shoves his drawer out from inside,
…And sneakily runs off to hide!
He picks a perfect hiding spot,
And nervously awaits Miss Tot!
In she bounds in such a flurry.
Seeming to be in a hurry?
Obviously running late;
(With all the things upon her plate!)
Mum approaches at the double.
Skirt holds breath, expecting trouble!
Hanger’s dragged down from the door,
Skirt is snatched up from the floor.
Mother groans “Oh goodness me!“*
And grabs the iron frantically.
Left Sock watches with a grin,
As now they have to search for him!
“What the bumfluff?”* Mummy cries!
And finds Left Sock with miffed surprise.
“Kindly brush your teeth.” Says Mum.
(Because the school run’s so much fun.)
Jumper sneaks up on the shelf,
And rubs the toothpaste on himself.
“What the flegnog?” Mummy asks.
(Whilst adding “Babywipe!” to tasks.)
Shoes go on. We’re looking cool,
And finally they’re off to school!
(Right Sock still has much to learn,
So patiently awaits his turn…)
Uniform: thrilled to explore,
Can’t wait to reach the classroom door.
Once inside the mission’s on.
Blink. And now Right Shoe is gone!
Finds himself lace-deep in mud!
Left Shoe meanwhile has been good.
He prides himself on staying clean,
And somehow keeps himself pristine?
Every lunch and during breaks,
Is when the sneaky Coat escapes.
Often found behind a bin?
With twigs and pine cones stuffed within.
Lunch approaches with a bell
Now Shirt wants some fun as well!
Not missed out by any means;
She rolls herself within the beans.
After lunch there follows paint,
Jumper’s in there! No restraint!
Finally PE class comes.
Time to bring the big cloth guns!
Garments skip off merrily,
To seek and climb the nearest tree!
To rummage in the nearest slime,
And wallow like a pig in grime!
Then any clean, remaining kit,
Puts one last shift in… down the pit.
At 3 o’clock it’s time for home.
Mum smiles and waves, but does not moan.*
“How lovely!” She notes (with a cough).
And swiftly all school clothes are off.
Sorted into dark and light,
All ready to be washed that night.
They’re joined by Someone Else’s Pants (?!?)
A stowaway. There just for bants?
A full day’s work has been and gone.
Each played their part;
Except for one…
Right Sock – but he won’t stand for this.
And so decides to take the pineapples*
He shuffles to the white-wash pile
And snuggles in to snooze a while.
Right Sock, the last to have his day,
Thus turns the entire white wash grey!
Yes. He that is not colour-fast.
Laughs loudest, as he laughs the last!
*or something similar.