I only got to work at 10 this morning.
This was because my muse woke me at 8.
The poem pounced without a warning.
You understand I had to grab my pen,
for penning poems is - worse luck - my fate.
This morning I only got to work at 10.
When waking me, my muse smiled and announced
that she was slow but worth the wait.
Without a warning the poem pounced.
This morning I only got to work at 10.
The poem pounced without a warning.
Without a warning the poem pounced.
I only got to work at 10 this morning.