Toogie, asks for a bit of humor, Here is a silly poem I wrote, called WORK

I'm up in the morning before it gets light,
Look in the mirror, OH! what a fright
Look at the clock, it's late.
a chance of a cup of coffee will have to wait,
I rush this way and that, it's late
Throw open the closet door for something to wear , noting's there it bare.
Dressed at last I make for the door ,purse in hand , keys where oh where, on the table, on the floor, Look! there in the door.
I on the road no one is honking where is everyone?
Parked in the lot, it's bare, the door it locked, the gate it's bared .
What have I done?
I went to work when there was none.
Today is Sunday.
written by: jeanne