Monday morning, running late, not a good start to the week
Can't find the keys to the car, where are they now surely they can't be far.
Keys located, off we go, traffic is moving very slow
Cars are bumper to bumper and stopped at all the lights, parents dropping children at the school gates.
Weather, of course, it's raining now but it will get better at half past eight.
Pull into the car park, someone's in my usual space, now I have to walk further and must therefore up my pace.
Switch on my PC, it's laughing at me now, the computer says No!
No emails for you today, in fact, I'm running slow, nothing much will work for you, you may as well go home.
It's two thirty and still no machine to work on, I'm writing poetry on my phone to post on HP later on, whilst IT run around scratching their heads, we think your PC may be dead.
You think! it's only half past four another half an hour and I'll be out the door.
Nothing much accomplished today, you can't do much when your machine won't play.