Overslept
Overslept
by Amy Swanson 11/2008
A little something to make you laugh ;)
Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I known what lay in wait!)
Weatherman said "sunny skies"
I headed out the door;
no sooner had I stepped outside,
when it began to pour.
Water dripping off my nose
I got into my car,
turned the key, to my dismay -
I found it would not start.
So I did the next best thing,
and called the cab in our small town
He said that he was covered up;
eventually, though, he'd be on down.
While I waited by the curb
I counted up my cash...
when suddenly, I heard a noise -
a terribly loud crash!
The taxi driver was just fine
... but his cab fared not so well...
The front of it was caved and crashed
and he began to yell... and yell.
Thinking I could take the bus
(in my haste I broke a heel)
Bus just left as I arrived
*sigh*
today requires nerves of STEEL!
Getting later by the minute
shift at work about to start;
thinking fast, my eyes beheld
an old abandoned shopping cart!
Oh what luck, oh happy day!
I hopped on it with glee,
and shucking off the other shoe
I rode it down the street.
I was doing pretty well...
until I saw some lights of blue.
The officer walked up to me and said,
"I'll have to ticket you."
"Please, kind sir, just let me tell you
what all I've been through today,"
as I related my sad story...
he shrugged, and fined me anyway.
Stranded now, without my cart,
and wondering what to do...
idea! I saw a skateboarder
whom I quickly hobbled to,
my hair was falling in my face
and makeup smeared my eyes...
"I'll pay you 20 bucks," I said,
"if you'll lend me your ride!"
He thought it over, gave a shrug,
and happily took my money.
Overjoyed, away I went,
who cares if I looked funny?
Breathlessly, I finally rolled
into the parking lot
I tucked the board under my arm...
by now I was distraught
for my boss came out to meet me
and his face had turned quite red.
I tried promptly to explain
he only stood, shaking his head,
and pointed at the company clock
that sat above the office door
I turned and looked - to my appal,
I saw that it was half-past four.
Long story short, I came back home
and nevermore will be returning.
My ex-boss had made it clear,
a new job I would now be learning.
So here I sit, with pen in hand,
and classifieds upon the table;
next time a day begins like that,
I'll just stay home and watch my cable! :P
Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008
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