With a princess still inside,
The carriage, flying past,
Sped down the bumpy road,
And the clock was chiming fast.
The damsel, quick, alit
And betook herself with haste
For her urgency was dire
And swiftly, on she raced.
"I left a shoe!" She muttered
With frustration on her features.
"But I must get all this homework done
To satisfy my teachers.
I've a paper due by midnight,
And a poem yet to write.
I don't know why I stayed up
At the royal ball tonight!
I have to take a shower
And I have to shave my legs.
Might have to help my roommate
With her homework if she begs.
I have to get up early
And go jogging with Eileen.
And I'm supposed to have a meeting
With the academic dean.
But no, I stayed out dancing,
And I'll be up tonight till three.
I know I should prioritize
But anyone can see
How a princess needs some down time
Even if the spell will break
At midnight when she notices
She's scarce even awake."
Oh midnight! Heartless beacon
Of the end of life and fun.
You bring to mind the morning
And put damsels on the run.
The last chime has been struck
And the princess, half regretting,
Prepares to face the morrow
And the headache she'll be getting.
postscript
I think, sometime, I'll have to flesh this out a little more. It was literally a midnight poem. I started writing at twenty till midnight of the 17th, and finished at one minute till. I thought it was appropriate. And the headache does not imply drinking. I don't condone that. Just sayin'.