Is it the same for you every day?
The kid’s wont get ready they just play,
Shouting and screaming name after name,
Come on boys play the game.
Breakfast there on the table to eat,
And where are the kids? In bed asleep,
You call them once then once more,
Before you go up and bang on the door.
There they are not a care in the world,
Could not careless if you’re late as well,
Get it eaten the breakfast cries,
Three little monsters in disguise.
Into to the bathroom breakfast done,
Time to get wash oh what fun,
Some its great kids in and out,
Mine all argue and muck about,
After the mornings wash room seen,
You just wont some peace what don’t dream,
Its time to get dressed don’t make me laugh,
There back in their rooms back to the start.
Come down get dressed the battle cry roar,
Your doing my head in that’s for sure,
Down the stairs they stumble and full,
Come on its time get ready for school.
So if your morning is just like mine,
Put it to words and drop me a line,
I’m sure it’s not me there are others,
Whose kids, in the morning are little angles?