I Wish My Dad Was A Millionaire

I wish my dad was a millionaire
With tons of money to spare.
Then I'd be a rich spoilt little girl
With no end of materials and care.
I'd have a huge princessy room of my own,
And servants to wait on me hand and foot.
Everything I want would be given to me,
Even the non-existent forbidden fruit.
I'd have meals at high-end restaurants everyday
Those that serve clams and lobster bisque.
The more I dream, the better it seems;
Oh wouldn't life be such a frisk!

A World Of My Own

I sit in Elementary Math class
Pretending to listen to the teacher,
When in fact my mind has taken the bus
To a place where reality is just a blur.

A place where the Sun rises from the west
And the Earth rotates the wrong way round.
A place where everything's a mess,
With ballerinas and juggling clowns.

"Stop daydreaming and pay attention!"
The teacher's voice blasts in my ears.
I was transported back to our dimension;
Oh how I wish I could disappear

To a world of my own.