#8

Woke up today.

A day like no other, saying,

"Today shall be a mighty day"

And got ready for the day of work

There I thought "I will make some mighty trash as people say a work of art?"

So then a went to work.

Papers glued everywhere, pencils all over the floor, doodles on the walls!

So then and there a pile grew.

A pile of papers and a mess of "art" buried the floor

Unseen under all of the mess was supposed to be a carpet, but instead was a carpet of paper

Stayed up till 3 am and started the day all over again 

This poem was describing spring break in which I always stayed up late drawing and doodling: 

I said "art" and called it trade because I don't consider it the best and don't think it's a "master peice", instead I just have fun with whatever there is. On spring break I would usually stay up till THREEE am so I wanted to informerate that into this poem about spring break. This poem describes my basic routine during the break after I've finished all the homework we had to do. I wanted this poem to be some what relatable which maybe is maybe isn't but this is a spring break of a cartoonist!

I've tried to add a bit of dialogue expressing what I thought.