14th March

It is a simple poem about a bad day,

14th March was a bad day,
Actually the worst day of my holiday.
Nothing to say,
Nothing to play.

Even though I had many things to do,
But none of them that I wanted to.
Didn't want to study, dance or sing
Couldn't believe, there wasn't one interesting thing.

I sat on the computer to enjoy,
But it looked like somebody had done a ploy.
It didn't work, so I had to close it down,
Now, I was a sad girl with a frown.

But...
There was a twist in this sad story,
Me n family went to a club named Glory.
We played Badminton and had a lot of fun,
and after that everybody had a hot-scotch bun.

That didn't turn out so bad,
By the end, I was happy and glad.
I went to bed because finished was the day,
and thought 14th march was the best day of my Holiday!