We have a holiday...

(For my blog getting to double figures, I found the first poem I ever wrote. I was thirteen then.)

I woke up in the morning
and heard the clock ticking.
I looked at the time,
it was quarter to nine.

As the time was to be chased,
I rushed to wash my face.
I took my breakfast
and dressed myself very fast.

I ran to the gate
thinking I would be late
Just then my brother came and said,
"Today is Saturday and we have a holiday."