Boring days

It feels as if every day's the same
The long 24 hours like a twin
You never have something exciting to do
 Like getting to drink grownup gin!

As I always do, I get out of bed
Then route on for clean teeth
You never have something sad to do
When someone dies you give them a wreath.

I head down the stairs to breakfast
And to eat up my cornflakes with milk
You never have something fun to do
 Like getting to wear robes of rich silk!

I go to school and work hard
To earn a reward for trying
But you never have something posh to do
Like going out to shop then buying.

I want every day to to be different
Not always so dreary
I want to go to school on the back of a lion
Or maybe not cos it'll make me weary.

How about if I play chess with a croc?
(I hope it doesn't eat up the set!)
Every day is a boring day
That's the way it'll stay, I bet!