Alas, the brand new clock I’d bought

Soon prompted my dismay,

For twelve o’clock was blinking

On its digital display.

My boss would soon discredit

My occasion to be late:

An electrical malfunction

I could not substantiate.

I called him on the telephone

And told him what transpired–

I told him I was sorry

And he told me I was fired.

I smashed the clock and cut myself

And in the trash it flew;

They say that time can heal wounds,

But it can make them, too.