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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #894750
Poetry for a prompt
The alarm clock did not go off,
Late, I woke up in a strange huff.
There will be no lengthy shower,
No time for perfumed powder,
Rushing about in my stocking
The wretched clock tic-tocking,
Hunger panging in my tummy
For something warm and yummy
No time to make, it’s the pits,
Biscuits, gravy and grits.

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