The ceiling
Looking up with tired eyes,
I can see the white bumpy ceiling,
Feeling board with my sister!


Cleaning my room

My mum yells at me,
Screaming and shouting like an annoying parrot,
Just because of my jungle.


Going to summerset

A tiring four hour trip ,
I really can't be bothered to go,
But I will just seep.
Chloe s poems