It is not in my day-to-day diary,
Missing to relish the morning ray.
Did the alarm scream in my head,
To wake me up for my review test?
I had to skip the idea of brushing,
My full attention was on rushing,
No time wasted in eating & bathing,
My heels slowed my swift running.
Stumbling on the run-down street,
My head banged on the lamp post,
I ran to the metro with a puffy crown,
Ohh! I sensed it right: my fate’s frown.
I landed on my face outside my coach,
When the crowd shoved minus reproach.
I was not keen to dash into Mr serious,
He brushed my lips with great pleasure.
I sprinted towards my office exam,
Clutching my broken heel and laptop,
Nursing my bruised front and elbow,
Putting Bolt to shame for the show.
What can I be of more humour?
When I met the Mr. interviewer,
With my discoloured expression,
I dashed straight to the Tarzan.
