Hotline of sun

I unwillingly woke up at 8 and took out my ‘’ first finger straight’’

It detected the cool. Oh gosh, the wind is moving

“Not so great.”

Woof!

Then, I felt some: Weez, Weez, Weez,

It’s surely going to make me sneeze

Hey, quilt be on me, till my mum pulls you

And then you will be labelled

“like a stinging bee”

There is something you ought to know,

You can flaunt fluffy and be like snow

Don’t slide away, as I will bribe you on cotton

Make me warm mainly down on bottom

In my mind, I laughed, ‘’Your fluffiness benefits me more than you.’’

So, cotton is my need, and it is not a favor that’s due!

The story gets predictable as my mom snatches hard

Here, my story turns around and let’s see what’s in the card

I pushed myself towards another take, changing from slow snail to a zig zag snake

Oh, no, brushing got hard as a chill shook my spine

My teeth are chattering

I bet on cutting vegetables fine