The hour hand shrinks
as the minute hand grows
They continue on around
while you pick out clothes
throwing maybes, noes
and misses in a pile
on the bed, as
the irritation ticks
inside your head.
You begin to suspect
no ensemble you craft
will make this occasion
worth showing up last.
Much later, maybe never
starts to look pretty fit.
'Til suddenly it clicks!
And you climb into it.
This perfect outfit
cannot be denied. Oh
well, you are late,
but at least
you tried.
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