Excuses Poem by soren Barrett

In winter too cold, in summer too hot
Spring rain's too bold in the fall it blows a lot
Too early in the morning, too late at night
The alarm clock shouts a warning, bury your head pull covers up tight
I don't feel good today, it's a holiday tomorrow
Got a flat on my way, tank and pocket empty gas I have to borrow
It's not that I'm mean but I've got dignity you know
Who me clean a latrine I got somewhere to go
I'm a hard worker and would love to help you out
Surely I'm no shirker but it's Sunday and I'm devout