a thought during my morning commute

While drinking a drink
I was thoughting a think
While on my way to my job
I was wondering why
My car seat weren't dry
I felt like such a slob

I figured it out
I do not doubt
Why the seat of my pants were wet
I knew it would rain
Should have entered my brain
Who thought I would forget

My window was down
I feel like a clown
And my butt, it now feels cold
Should have used my crank
But in bed I sank
My brain must be made of mold

Driving to the city
I thought of this ditty
And to you I now must warn
If your window is down
You will feel like a clown
You'll be the object of your own scorn