A Compendium of Carrolls

E3 - We Are All Mad Here

Never expect the expected, it doesn't work like that
I was cycling to work, when my wheel it got a flat
So I thought that I'd be late, but then I got a lift
It was the Boss' daughter, and she's something of a gift

I thought, my luck is in here, the day is going well
Then she opened the window wide, cried, "What is that smell?"
My lunch box was the culprit, its filled with hard boiled eggs
I thought "Oh gawd I've blown it", but then she crossed her legs

And smiled at me inviting, for me to make a move
Really I was tempted, but her Dad would disapprove
So I thanked her for the lift, quickly scrambled out the door
Thinking that is that then, and of course I'd hear no more

Set to work on the job in hand, then I get a call
My number's up I'm fearing, I'm heading for a fall
They offered me promotion, a step nearer to the top
Surely she's behind it, and the penny it did drop

Expecting the expected, instead I'd met my match
For she's a bobby dazzler, and certainly a catch
She was waiting at the gate, when I was bound for home
She drove us to the airport, and we flew off to Rome.

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3. "We Are All Mad Here" – Where cats wag their tails when angry and growl when pleased. Write about a day when everything was completely opposite to what you expect. Short story (<500 words) or poem (<40 lines).