Another one of my ‘classics’ from the American Library series, written when I was 12.  The foreshadowing is really kind of ironic.  I really had no interest in rock shows or music at the time.  Weird Al was one of my only musical heros at the time, but I do remember learning the lyrics to Phil Collins “In The Air Tonight” in English class.

I’m sorry Miss for being late.

My alarm clock was broken,

My mother slept in.

When I fell off my bed

And I hit my head

On the hard wooden floor

I realized it was ten past four.

So I hollered to my mother

But she didn’t care.

She didnt even give me a stare,

She said it’s all yuour fault

You went to that rock concert

Until three in the morning.

So I got dressed

And started to run

To my school

On the other side of town,

But then I saw

An open car door.

So I jumpd in

And pushed on the gas.

And that Miss

Is why

I’m eight hours and ten minutes late.