I don’t know why I wear white. Every time I think I’m enough of a grown up to wear it, life serves me a drop of tomato sauce on a perfectly bleached shirt.

But no, today would be different! I told myself.

A big meeting with the board and rumours of a promotion circulating the office, warranted extra special attire. My sleek white jumpsuit had been hanging in my closet waiting for this day, and I needed the extra confidence. But confidence leaves you just as quickly as it arrives.

Researching, practicing, and rewriting the presentation left no time for checking my personal calendar. And as I was welcoming everyone to the meeting, I realized that had been my biggest mistake of all.

My calendar read: Wednesday, September 21, Period Day 1.

She woke to the sweet smell of soup So she ran to the kitchen to snoop Her stomach was grumbling So she ran without stumbling To snag a bowl of such fragrant broth

But alas, time had run out And her face wore an unusual pout For she missed her one chance And was put in a trance By the absence of steamy delight