Good Morning.

Welcome to morning.
I'm awake and I'm yawning.
But my sister sleeps til one,
And now I've seen the sun,
No matter, a new day is dawning.

Happy Wednesday, my friends, of the week.
I'll brush my hair til it looks sleek,
No. I'll ignore all the frizz,
Not worth all the tizz,
Pretend it's some style called 'freak chic'.

Now breakfast, the meal of the day,
It's boring I think, either way.
I hate toast and fake butter,
Yes, I hear you mutter.
I'll stick with some fruit, hear say.

Out the door now I think, no more wasting,
The time is a flavour I'm still tasting.
But I'm off now, bye bye!
My friends can say 'hi!'
And smooth down my locks I'm still chasing.