"Sorry... My alarm clock didn't go off"
"Sorry... My alarm clock didn't go off"
White spit drips from the right corner of my mouth
As internal winds roar a magnificent storm, truly
unstoppable. Winds for Twister's future sequels.
Legs churning with such speed that
regrettably saw yesterday; tomorrow.
I Finally hear teacher's nasal voice
always patient but now mouse-squeaky.
Her frozen stare speaks of our oft-broke pact.
She asks. Time freezes. high with fear, I mouth
that weak lie. The "Oldest Reply In The Book".
Note: A pretty awful poem probably, but I enjoyed thinking about how, even now, I come in late and have used a variety of excuses (both legitimate and not) to escape the glare of some annoyed teacher whose lesson I've disturbed.
White spit drips from the right corner of my mouth
As internal winds roar a magnificent storm, truly
unstoppable. Winds for Twister's future sequels.
Legs churning with such speed that
regrettably saw yesterday; tomorrow.
I Finally hear teacher's nasal voice
always patient but now mouse-squeaky.
Her frozen stare speaks of our oft-broke pact.
She asks. Time freezes. high with fear, I mouth
that weak lie. The "Oldest Reply In The Book".
Note: A pretty awful poem probably, but I enjoyed thinking about how, even now, I come in late and have used a variety of excuses (both legitimate and not) to escape the glare of some annoyed teacher whose lesson I've disturbed.
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