I wake up to hear what I hear,
“It’s time to go to school” was very clear.
“You will be late for classes,
Your friends are already there in masses”.
My mom beckons me every day,
Because she never wanted my future to be at bay.
So I study hard in order to get a college degree,
Hoping to one day make her so proud of me.
But now I am learned about it,
No one saw it bit by bit.
I climbed to the top of the ladder,
With bigger aims of soaring higher.
It is said that the Queens language,
Contains a luggage of knowledge.
So I am down to earth for this game,
Ready and poised to acquire all the fame.
The Queen’s language is all,
That I now see at every wall.
Some speak it with great dexterity,
While others show a high level of mediocrity.
It is much to be desired,
If we want to say and get retired.
So finally, I want to say that, the queen’s
language of treasure,
Is a cake that must be enjoyed by all in an even
measure.
