Tales of miss tardy
I was late forra may wurk
ma buss went buzzurk
An pulled out a toe nail or two
Wen ar walked away in incredible pain
He cried 'An yee better noot be goin of ill
So the neext day I took a pill and caught tha first train
But it stalled just before ma station
I treed ta sneek in the back room
but ma boss jumped out witha broom, from his cramped wurrak station!
He wacked me reel hard on ma wee head
Da yee know it's a crime to not ta kim on time
hav yee just crawled outta ya wee bed?
Wenn aye tried ta explain
He ignired ma excuse and beckoned me to his white room
Where he pulled from a drawer some giant metal claws
And pulled out a toe nail or two
As I hopped to the door
He cried 'WAIT! there is more, I haven't finished with you'
As aye tried to escape he rounded on me like an ape
And demanded that I kiss his feet
Then he force fed me stale bread and a bright golden egg
and a magic mushroom he had grown in his shoe
For tha resta tha week I cudnah bare speak
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poem by Yvette Smith
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