I like milkshakes better than milk.
I’d prefer my torn jeans to pants made of silk.
My hair would rather be left free than brushed.
When Mom says, “Wake up!” I don’t want to be rushed.
Summer vacation superbly displays
why school should be closed on all sunny days.
Do I really need a bath or a shower
when rain is so perfectly fine for a flower?
I’m better off happy than when I complain,
so when I say, “No!” why must I explain?
Oh, life could be lived so easily
if we all did the things that make sense to me.
