On Monday I got ready for the bus.
As I set off, I found a little stone
In my right shoe. I took it out.
That made me late.
I missed the bus.
On Tuesday I got ready for the bus.
The neighbour phoned to say
He’d lost his cat.
I said I’d search my shed.
It made me late.
I missed the bus.
On Wednesday I got ready for the bus.
The battery in the kitchen clock
Was dead. I changed it, but
It made me late again.
I missed the bus.
On Thursday I got ready for the bus.
I went to lock the porch and found a bee.
I tried to let it out. It wouldn’t leave.
So I was late again.
I missed the bus.
On Friday I got ready for the bus.
The meter reader came. He couldn’t bend
To see inside the cupboard, as his knee was playing up.
I read the meter for him
And it made me late again.
I missed the bus.
On Saturday I got ready for the bus.
But as I left the house, the rain came on.
I thought, “I’ve just time to get my coat.”
It turned out that I hadn’t “just got time”.
And all I got was wet. And, late again,
I missed the bus.
Today when I got ready for the bus
Nothing went wrong.
I made it bang on time.
There was no bus. It’s Sunday.