My Poem

On The Go

She woke up early on to get ready and flea,

To the sound of her clock, that was making her vile,

She got dressed to the nines in her showy attire,

Then she jumped in her car and inserted the key,

On the way to her work she sang songs to the beat,

Of the radio tunes that she still tolerates,

Then she thought about coffee to keep her awake,

But her mind told her no, just in case she’d be late,

What a great show of discipline and self-restraint!On The Go

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