The clock strikes nine — oh, what a pain!
Another lesson, once again.
My bed is warm, my tea’s not done,
I really don’t want anyone!
What if I say my Wi-Fi’s dead?
Or claim I’ve got a pounding head?
A sudden “cough,” a tragic sneeze —
Some little lie would bring me ease!
But as I type my grand excuse,
A message pops up. What’s the news?
“My throat is sore, I feel unwell,
Can we postpone? I’d rather dwell…”
I blink, I grin! Oh, what a gift!
A perfect twist of fate, so swift!
With “Rest up well!” I type my “Yes,”
Then dive back in my cozy nest!
Yulia Gumanova