My dear Janjira, this is for you,
My poem skills suck- you have no clue.
(My rhyming skills aren't too good either.)

Janjira

A zombie in the morning, groaning and moaning.
Like a sloth she slowly slomps out of bed,
She makes her way to school with lots of bed head.
A girl with great potential,
turns into something metal.
At noon she is a frog, leaping from bench to bench.
Flailing her arms and shouting, "COME FENCH! COME FENCH!"
After school its suddenly clear,
She hasn't had food except from her peers.
Like a robot, speeding through worksheets,
After its done she's fast on her feet.
She is a cheetah, an athlete in training,
'A-HA!' she thinks, for the world she will be reining.
Despite these domination issues, she is 'silently confident'.
An over aggressive hermit crab, just waiting to ATTACK.
Night falls, and she retracts.
INto her shell, she falls asleep,
and in the morning, ready to LEAP!

excuse the suckiness. :]

xx alina
unpoetic.