My Prescription

Your prescription is ready, The pharmacy wrote. Reminders were steady, Each day a new note. I gave in at last, Just a ten minute stroll. Get it over with fast Was my Saturday goal. No big deal, but a chore I did not want to do. When I entered the store, It was quiet; I knew That I’d goofed, for my watch Said ‘twas 1:35, Which means that I did botch When I chose to arrive. From 1:30 to 2, They pull down every gate So the pharmacy crew Can have lunch; no debate. Though annoyed at myself (I’d forgotten this fact) Nothing on any shelf Made this shopper react. So I left, even though Today’s task wasn’t done But tomorrow, I’ll go Before break time’s begun.