My Mom's Lipstick

I wake up for school

And style my hair to look cool

I look forward to packing my bag

Which is so heavy,

That I have to drag.

It has the whole library in it

But after that I see,

My mom's lipstick in the slit

I carefully observe it

It was red a bit

It smelt like wet flour

Suddenly it fell from my hand

And touched the floor

At that time my mom came

After seeing that,

She became red as flame

I said sorry

My mom said don't worry,

We will get a new one

They are just makeup things

They don't give us wings