i HATE to be LATE

I wrote this once when I was late for school;

An act that is against that lecturer's number one rule.

You may see this as a piece of drool

But that doesn't make me a fool.

If I owned even a small pair of wings

Like that bird who behind my window sings

I'd have stopped writing this rhyme

And flown as fast as I could in no time

If time were as corrupt as the men at the roadside

Who find faults only when they decide,

I'd have given him a gift so I could walk like a bride;

At my own pace, with all the peace, and all the pride.

Wait for me time please it's not entirely my fault

Wait for me time, please I beg you to halt.

I set an alarm but I think it was just inept

I told the cock but I think we both overslept,

Watchman of the times in the day,

This is all that I want to say;

Let this lecturer come after eight

So that I won't be late.

15/11/2011 6:49 am in a Trosky.