A Daily Poem

So I felt to express my inner feelings towards the day with a little poem.
It's all improv so hear goes nothing.

At nine in the morn the day began
The doorbell rang and there Mike stood,
We are in a hurry that was understood.
We were about to become part of the villages clan.

We all ran to hop into his Jeep
Unfortunately there's no good seats in the back,
Debs needed Shotgun, her coccyx (tailbone) is out of whack.
On the drive there no one made a peep.

Up to Ten Thousand we had finally arrived
"Cheers to ya mates" Stan said with a grin,
We took a look around and said where to begin.
It seemed that we had not been deprived.

The rugs all across the floor the were laid
We folded them up into the small boxes,
We worked so hard: School of hard Knox's.
There was only one way for us to be paid.

That way was you unique if you may ask,
The chocolates that were given were way past their date.
The date that is said was smudged and unclear.
Oh March 9 2008 it says over here.

We made our way home, office staff are disgruntled,
their anger towards us it was funneled.
We missed weekly cleaning that is what happened,
I understand we clean with much passion.

Eventually we made our way to camp,
The weather outside was anything but damp.
Although the weather was lovely we did not have a clue,
Just the type of day we were about to pursue.

The children arrived in a mad jimble jamble,
everything just looking like an organized mad scramble.
Skipping, Piano and running around,
basically we just all act like clowns.

Standing in line for the skipping rope,
Budging's a problem causing kids to mope.
Today was the same just like any other,
Kids kept budging one after another.

One boy decided to take matters into his own hands,
and the other boys throat he reached out and grabbed.
"Stop that right now!" I yelled from afar
So loud he thought it came from a star.

To the TimeOut chair I sent him to sit,
"Think about what you have done for a bit."
Soon he returned, Apology was accepted,
This was very good and so unexpected.

The day would continue to an uneventful closing,
Supper was calling the table proposing.
Sweet n' Sour Chicken on the table it laid,
A pineapple enclosed to the chickens aid.

Off for the evening which would be a thrill,
AquaFit my calling, a nice workout drill.
We whooped and screamed to show our emotion,
We ended up causing quite the commotion.

It was time for the day to come to close,
time to go bed everyone knows.
And luckily Kristin is home from Honduras,
Just in time for the houses unsettling aromas.

That is my poem, kinda lame but hopefully it intrigued some of you to read this.