Morally adrift

Preparation is everything

And good timing is the key

So I think of everything

Make the clockwork sing

And bring fate to its knees

A day of important scheming

Which I really must not fail

Beckons with riches gleaming

Or horrid punishments looming

If my plan goes off the rails

I weigh my porridge from the jar

Microwaved to make it faster

Then I step into my reliable car

Get trapped in snow for an hour

Cursing the damned weathercaster

The gap between pass and fail

May be whether the weather is

Or whether it is not a gale

And the moral of this pithy tale

Is really whatever you please.