Rebel Rebel

I’ve got my Monday socks on,

on a Friday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

I told you it was Friday,

when it’s really Saturday:

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

In actual fact

it’s a Monday

I’m a rebel,

I’m a rebel.

and I’m not wearing any socks –

I’m a rebel,

I’m a fib-telling,

non-sock-wearing,

little rebel.

	cagedunn on The Poet Tree
	Words from a Lentil… on The Poet Tree
	cagedunn on The Poet Tree
	Lokesh Umak on We counted them out
	Lokesh Umak on We counted them out