Hold on a second and let me start my watch
I need to wind it up.

A woman leaves work to head home.
Yesterday was cold as hell but
on this fine day it's hot as hell.
So she decides to drive home along the parkway
and arriving at home she parks in the driveway.

Soon she has to leave home again.
Her son has a recital
so she goes to see him play.
And her little girl stars in a play
and she wants to see her recite.

But first she needs to grab some dinner.
Thoughts stray across vegetarians
who only eat vegetables.
It never even crosses her mind
that she is a humanitarian.

After the night's events she drives the children home.
Her son's performance is compared to a boxer in the ring
which is in fact a square.
He thinks 'what wonderful feelings the human race can feel'
even if it's not a race at all.

On the way home they talk about everything.
They notice the stars are out tonight
meaning they are visible.
They notice the streetlights are out
and so they are invisible.

Near home their eyes meet a tragic sight.
Their house is burning up
and they watch it burn down.
Later on they will need to fill out a form
so for the insurance company they'll fill it in.

Now the time has come for me to wind up my poem
for it is time to end.