Up, down, up, down
She rises and falls with the sun.
Hesitant eyes of brown
Quickly! Quickly! She's got to run.
Cut off by a crazy jerk,
Lips aglow a shade of red
My, how she hates the drive to work-
I know she'd rather be back in bed.
Selflessness practiced daily
Monotony is no beach.
Not many like her, really!
One fine day, inner peace she shall reach.