Ten days to go and counting,
With every day the pile un-mounting,
Nine days to go and ticking,
The clock's arrows slowly blinking.
Eight left to deal,
Hoping time will pass like an evening meal.
Seven; already shaking my head,
I'm fed up I can't get out of my bed!
Six- the devils number,
Let it not turn it to nine again and thunder.
Five how the numbers drop,
But still something left to cook on the hob.
Four- like a Thursday one day to go until a Friday!
Three,
Help me where is the key?
Two,
Like cooking a stew,
Two steps to go,
Two!
One,
Collapse back down again sun!
And let me fly off to my summer holiday to come!
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