Time Clock Poem by Pearl Walden

I'm so sorry I'm late for work,
I got held up by something strange,
A ray of sunlight through the clouds
Took my attention off the road,
Making me veer off to the right
Into a field of ripening wheat
Which grew three feet above my head
So when I looked up to the sky
Fair pointed tasselled alien beings
With bright green shoulder epaulettes
Leered down at me inquiringly.
And overcome by gnawing fear
I knelt down at their stilted feet
To beg forgiveness for my sins,
From then it was that time stood still
While I lay on the grimy earth
Prostrate with fear of what might come
Until at last they bowed assent
That I might through their thronged mass pass
Onto the road which brought me here.