Morning poetry

1.
Six-thirty am.
One boy in our bed, asleep.
The other arrives.
Chaos ensues.

2.
We leave for school at 8:45.
A very long time.
What to do?

3.
One train= both sets of wheels.
One car-- needs wheels.
Fight over Legos.

More coffee necessary.

4.
We fold some paper.
Swans for ghosts to ride on.
A moment of peace.

5.
Fighting again.
TV- only Dragon Ball is on.
At least a different kind of fighting.

My, how far we've fallen.


If I weren't so tired, I would attempt some actual forms, like maybe a real haiku or cinquain, or there was another similar one that I found out about recently but now can't remember what it was. I actually was inspired by this found poem in the Easy Origami book:

Cat

Fold in half.
Fold in half.
Unfold.
Fold both layers to the line.
Turn over.
Cat.


It's going to be another long day...