One Of Those Days (Late Again) . - Poem by Liz Munro
My alarm is now broke,
The sun smiles at the joke.
Running, racing to get there,
suddenly trip and fall,
reach where i'm going,
Only to get my fingers slamed in the door.
Go to the bathroom and then find out,
nobody told me i was wearing my shirt inside out,
frastration is building like a volcano inside,
and my brain is getting closer to being fried.
Why is it that when you run late,
everything goes wrong?
turned on the radio -
in time to catch the end of my favourite song.
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