SaturdayA Poem by streetroseShoe laces tangled, running late Holy carp! It’s ten past eight Teacher might cause bodily harm If I once again blame my alarm Lunch forgotten and breakfast skipped I suddenly feel rather jipped For I just realized, to my dismay I’m not late: it’s Saturday© 2016 streetrose |
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