Bob was having trouble getting to sleep at night. He went to see his doctor, who prescribed some extra strong, sleeping pills. Sunday night Bob took the pills, slept well and was awake before he heard the alarm.
He took his time getting to the office, strolled in and said to the boss. “I didn’t have a bit of trouble getting up this morning.”
“That’s fine,” roared the boss, “but where were you Monday & Tuesday?”
Now interpreted in limerick form >.>
“Doc, I can’t sleep”, Jack sighed,
“Take these pills”, Doc advised.
So in bed he takes
the pills, with haste;
he’s drowsy, he shuts his eyes.
He wakes up, without any warning,
“Beat my alarm!” thought Jack, yawning.
He goes into work.
From his boss, an alert:
“Where the hell were you yesterday morning?”