When will it strike 5 ?

When would it be 5 ?
I yawned while sending out a mail,
My work speed seems synonymous to snail.

A near flash on my screen, 'you've got mail'

It says,Sweets at me desk.. please help yourself.

My calorie meter is just about to explode,

I can read my manager's eyes, I could well forebode.

I can see few sharing gossips,

few competing with desktop screen...

And then I stare back to the taskbar watch and stare at the window,

Wonder, When would it be 5 ? sigh.....

I can well see a cappuccino turn icy,

I can see rejoices on the conference call,

I can see discussions for releases, few tense faces on the ground,

I can hear guitar ringing down my ears.

Here comes Aerosmith, dream on o'dear.

Thou shall be penalised someday, somewhere....

I turn back to the wall clock, its 5... is it a dream, is it a nap?
No its 5 PM...Sharp

Hurray !! I pack my bags up and start down to walk...

I realize then and there loads of stare seem to stalk, 

O'dear O'dear !!! You have just seen the Singapore Clock.
sigh...

P.S. The ode is a true story of a poor soul on one of the Monday blues.

       Re-written for an internal organization magazine :)