Scott and his date

Scott once woke up late.

It was probably about half past eight.

He remembered he was going on a date.

With Anne from accounting.

He got dressed and ran with a dash.

Not bothering to comb his 'tash.

He then saw it had all been in vain.

For there was Anne, sat on a train.

He looked up and shouted "Damn!" To the moon.

While walking sadly down the high street at noon.

Then Boom!


Dropped down dead.

Moral of the story.

Just stay in bed.

The End

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