It’s 10 to 4 and almost time to go

10 minutes away from the home time door.

Tick tock tick tock I am counting down.

The Friday feel, to smile from frown.

The clock is passing, what shall I do?

5 minutes more and no more blue.

It’s getting closer and closer still,

3 minutes left and time to kill.

Almost here, with moments to go

1 minute now, before the home time door.

This poem has taken 10 minutes of time.

And I’ve killed and filled by penning rhyme.

Bye bye, now its 4

At the end of this sentence

I’m through the door 🚪