Six a.m.? I don’t think so.
Woken by rays of sun, I check the time.
That can’t be right.
If it were six-fifty, I’d be at my bus stop.
Alarm clock? You can say that again.
Out of my bed I dash,
To the bathroom in a hurry.
No time to brush my teeth?
Now it’s time to worry.

Pulling on yesterday’s pants, and
Tomorrow’s shirt,
I fly down the stairs.
Cereal?
Defrost a bagel?
At the rate my bodies going,
I’m gonna need the carbs.
However, my options are limited,
How about a granola bar.
Amidst my frantic movements,
I hear a dreaded sound.
The screech of bus brakes on asphalt.
My stomach hits the ground.

Checking my hair and forgetting my lunch,
I bolt out the front door.
Locking it behind me,
Takes two seconds more.
To my dismay,
The bus is back in motion..
Without me on it, which is not okay.
In a final act of desperation,
I high-tail it towards the moving bulk
Waving my hands like a lunatic,
Now it’s time to sulk.

I see snickering through the back window.
I mouth the words:
“STOP THE BUS!”
I see heads shaking back and forth, those nerds.
So,
Thanks to my class mates,
I missed the bus.
Thanks for nothing.