The cat has been noticing more and more people go very very slow at their shore. Except of course the wacko driving loons but we will leave them for Looney Tunes.
Order package for yourself,
Says it will come one week to your shelf.
Three weeks later it arrives.
I hope mailing anything live survives.
Get some movers to come,
To move you little rhyming bum.
Book a month in advance,
And still three hours late in they prance.
Waiting on a loon at work,
Which is so not a perk.
Want it here and now,
Sadly the loon is late, wow.
Says artwork will be done soon.
Sings the same old tune.
Still waiting weeks later.
Maybe he had to wrestle an alligator?
Or it could have been a crocodile.
I wonder which would be more vile?
Haven't got a clue.
I just avoid the two.
Of course with some it is expected,
They would be wrong not to leave you neglected.
We can't have the DMV getting a good rap.
Then people might not fall for their time wasting trap.
Waiting for the dam red light.
That they need to go out of sight.
But there it will make you sit,
Making you say things like umm spit.
This one is a real winner,
Have to go out to wait for your dinner.
Could have eaten by the time you got there.
Doesn't that make you want to swear?
And of course you got the real keeners,
Who take the slowpokes to the cleaners.
Instead of three hours late they show up three hours early.
At three in the morning one may get a little squirrely.
Maybe they should just come on time?
I bet that could even be learned by a mime.
Which makes it all the worse.
I even got through it without giving the curse.
Yes, things do obviously get in the way, but not each and every single day. Those slowpokes can just go piss up a rope or pound sand if that has no hope. Now my little rant is come to pass from my non-slowpoke little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.