Today is the last day of school (until term 2 reopens the following week).
I am so glad that we can finally relax (not with the overflowing pile of homework).
I can sleep in almost everyday (if there were no such thing as CCA and tuition).

No more teachers
No more scoldings
No more idiots
Like LKL every morning.

Writing ballads aren't so difficult after all.

I have a friend
Whose name is Potato
She lives underground
Near the tomatoes

She cultivates spuds
Every single day
Sleeping on the sofa
With nothing to say

She plays her flute
Every now and then
Wakes up the corpses
Then sends them back again

Potato oh Potato
How I wish I were you
Growing spuds and waking corpses
Will be the only thing I should ever do

I feel Shakespeare-ish. Time to find a new skin!