• Oh my gosh, it's ten past eight!
    Alarm didn't ring, now I'm late.
    Jump from bed, messy hair,
    Stinky breath, I don't care!

    Grab my books, grab a pen,
    Have to be at school in ten.
    Out the door, no bus in sight,
    Adding to my horrible plight.

    Through the yard, to my bike,
    Barking dog---"Shut up, Spike!"
    Spike gets louder, just won't quit,
    Drops his bone, I trip on it.

    On my bike. Ready to go.
    I look down--"NO! NO! NO!"
    Two flat tires, a broken chain.
    CRACK! Thunder! Drops of rain.

    Through the storm, I'm the fool
    Running 14 blocks to school.
    Lungs of fire, pounding chest,
    When I get to class I'll rest.

    Almost there. One more block.
    Reach the door. See the lock.
    Then it hits me and I say,
    "Oh my gosh, it's Saturday!"