I feel a sudden nervous twinge,
don't like this covered sun.
Glance quickly at the alarm clock,
"Oh, crap!," it's half past one.

At once, I fly out of the rack
I've got to leave by two.
I fall into a crumpled heap,
as I trip over my shoes.

Cautiously, I start to shower,
cold water's what I dread.
It shouldn't be my main concern...
I slip and smash my head.

Lying on the floor of the tub,
I don't appear alive.
When suddenly my fear's realized...
cold water doth revive!

I towel myself off carefully,
I'm aching everywhere.
Still a little woozy, use a
razor to "brush" my hair.

Throw on a hat, run out the door,
to eat something, I stop.
Hurriedly hit the road again,
"Pull over!" says the cop.

Checking plates, writing out ticket,
a twenty minute wait.
I'm finally on the road once more,
but thirty minutes "late."

I'm running through the door at work,
"Hey, what's the hurry, Mack?
Did you forget, or'd no one tell,
your start time's been moved back?!"