There's nothing more annoying than when the alarm sounds in the morning. We broke a world of rest and pleasant dreams. Whew! An essential object and simultaneously disgusting. Better read the following poem to understand what we say:
alarm
(Isabella Mingo)
Riing, riing, riing, riing.
The broken dreams
comes to wake up, pull the sheet
,
m'intente cover.
Riing, riing, riing, riing.
No rest
sing again, fleeing
dreams, I'll have to raise
!
Riing, riing, riing, riing.
read the chant,
pegue jumped,
baixe the bed, touching
a robot!
The illustrations are Terry Rafferty .
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