A Poem of the Girl with the Rabbit Ears

some of my creative ideas often come while I'm driving in the city traffic

I am late I am late she said  
Tapping the steering wheel
with her furry white paws  
Choking on her black coffee
and the morning news

I am late I am late she said
Nervously pulling her whiskers  
looking in the rearview mirror
all pins and needles

I am late I am late she said  
flopping her giant rabbit ears  
Turning the volume up  
Just enough to stop
Hearing her worried mind

I am late I am late she said
Putting the brightest red lipstick  
One could ever dreamed of
Blowing kisses left and wrong

I am late I am late she said
Wishing she could stop her car
for a little wild dance
in the city traffic
because it just seemed right

I am late I am late she said
Thinking about the Mad Hatter   
How sweet and kissable he was
But “Gosh he is driving me crazy!”

I am late I am late she said
Trying to change lanes,   
directions, dates, the weather,
what happened last night

I am late I am late she said  
Hoping she will get There on time  
Although Time was nothing   
she ever really cared about,  
occasionally she would even kill it.