Finished for the Day

My papers are garbled

My mind is pumping iron

 It's half then of eight on the clock.

My computer is laggard

My eyes are worn

It's the time for me to walk.

For dinner I'll be belated

My family will be soren,

For haveing staying late is no shock.

So, with my feet tendered,

I get my coat and don

And step out my office

With the final sound of a lock.