The Monday Morning

The Monday Morning The scorching sun shines , and the school bell chimes. It starts with the test, and we have to give our best. It is the time for studies , and also to learn moral duties . Now comes the time for race, those who left behind couldn’t get any trace. Now we go for lunch, and we take it in bunch. The sweetness of lunch turn lime, when the end bell chime . It’s a time for logic , which appears to be a magic. The school ends with delightness of game, as love for game at any age is not a shame . We had got homework in pile, and it’s a time to walk a mile.