Stanley Woableroe

Stanley was a Woe-Be-Gone Woableroe.
Every day he'd wake up and be ready to go.
He slept in his clothes with bookbag in hand,
In the morning all he'd have to do was stand.
The alarm would go off, and the covers would fly,
As Stanly zoomed down stairs at 7-oh-five.
The door'd by halfway open and out he'd flee
To the big yellow bus numbered one hundred and three.
He sat with his friends and they'd discuss,
the late night shows and the reality fuss.
When he got to school he had his homework ready,
He would smile at his teach, the wonderful Ms. Betty.
Stanley always sat in the very front row,
To keep up the family name of Woableroe.