THE day began in the early hour,
At half past six, I ran for the shower.
I got on line, to e-mail a mate,
I had to hurry, not polite to be late.

I hurried up the road at the rightful hour
All my hopes had then turned sour,
That damn BUS just went right on by
I rolled my eyes toward the sky

I couldn’t believe, I had run out of time.
It was just after five past nine
I had to sit and wait for the next
I was sure by now my day was hexed.

As the bus WENT on the tour of the city
It wasn’t a sight see, mores the pity
RIGHT on time, it pulled up in front,
For ON the express I had managed to jump

BY now I have learnt my lesson
No computers in the morn’, will I be messin’.

TeAnne © 16 Feb 1999