I had one day, to tie my shoe,
So then, went I, and got the glue.
I grabbed one lace within each hand,
Then tied them off with a rubber band!
Reaching for the pot of paste,
I tied the shoes with no haste.
I had no rush; there was no hurry.
I had much time 'til the flight to Missouri.
I looked at the clock, it looked back at me,
Our eyes narrowed, then I dived, as he
Went for his pistol, and I went for mine
I then shot first, and then shot his nine.
I then claimed my victory; the battle was won
I smirked at my winning; 'twas sort of fun.
The clock is not ticking, his hands are askew,
Don't rush a man when he's tying his shoe.