Oh my, oh dear.
The time is 11:37 and a completed poem
Is nowhere near.
I’ll have to improvise, the fault is mine.
These are excuses, I know, but please
Try to understand, I lost track of the time!
I’m working quick,
But this poem will be up, all
Quiet and slick.
I was busy, busy with life
I wish I didn’t work quite so much but alas
I languish away,
Day by day,
No chance of escape.