Late Bell

I sit with friends
During those boring mornings;
Laughing and talking, right until the end
Of the ringing of my first warning

I waltzed down the halls
Not a care in the world!
Only to hear the shrill calls
Of the 8:05 bell unfurl.

I rush at my locker
Shoving and pulling
Then I sprint like in soccer
Down the halls-Oh who am I fooling?

Day in and day out,
The bell yells at me so.
And right back at it I shout:
"Shut up! I know!"

I sit here in the office
Of the great dean of students.
I'm being stand-offish
As she asks "Why'd you do it?"

Well you see Mrs. Kaiser
It's quite a funny story.
I may be an early riser,
But I hate bells with a fury.