The Late Poem

Hurry rushing, do your best,

But you know it's fate,

Whatever can you do,

What you know that you are late.

Typing, reading, scurry fast,

Assignment is past due,

You know you are in trouble,

But whatever can you do.

Remind yourself, day and night.

But then procrastinate

There isn't much you can do then,

When you're already late