Here's another challenge I thought might be fun. It combines ideas from both the Haiku Challenge and the Alliteration Challenge.
Since I seem to have developed a poetic itch that demands scratching I couldn't resist the chance to begin an ongoing rhyming poetry thread:

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RULES

• Fashion together at least one four-line stanza (quatrain) using any of the following rhyme schemes:

  - single-rhyme:                    xbyb
  - cross-rhyme:                     abab
  - envelope rhyme:               abba
  - opposed couplets:            aabb
  - Omar Khayyam stanza:     aaxa
  - monorhyme:                      aaaa

  The groups of letters above (ie. xbyb) represent which lines should rhyme with which other lines.
  For example, the rhyming scheme 'abab' means that lines 1 and 3 (a and a) should rhyme with each other, as should lines 2 and 4 (b and b).

  The poem may consist of as many four-line stanzas as you like.

  (To be honest, it doesn't really matter what structure your poem takes, just as long as it rhymes.)

• The first word of the poem must rhyme with the last word of the previous poem (the exact word may be used).

• In addition to this, the current poet is to elect a title for the next poem.
    For example: "The Hare and the Tortoise", "A Sumptuous Feast", "Courting Conundrums", "Forest by Moonlight".
    This title will help determine the subject matter of the poem to follow.

• If the situation arises whereby you have composed a poem and discover someone else has already submitted one (under the same title) then you may still submit your own, as I'm sure you wouldn't want all your creative efforts to go to waste (plus I'm sure other poetry enthusiasts would enjoy reading it). In this case, however, there will be no need for you to choose a title for the next poem, as a new title and rhyme word would already have been set by the poet of the first poem submitted.

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So without further ado, let's start the rhythmic wheels turning:

• The Day That Went Wrong -

I woke to the noise of the garbage truck,
As it screeched tight its compactor arm,
And realised with a panicked glance,
That I'd forgotten to set my alarm.

With fumbling haste I wrestled with clothes,
Tripped over and banged my head,
Fetched up a piece of cold blackened toast,
And out the door I fled.

I leapt in the car and roared off down the road,
In a blazing streak of fire,
When with a bang and a jolt, my ride slowed to a halt,
And I learnt that I'd blown out a tyre.

Ditching the wheels I ran through the park,
So enraged I felt I might burst,
Being careful to avoid large puddles of mud,
Yet I slipped and fell in face-first.

Seething now with intensified fury,
Bruised, begrimed and berserk,
I calmed myself, taking solace in the knowledge,
That I had at last arrived at work.

The boss eyed me oddly from across the floor,
And approached with an unsettling cough,
He looked me up and down, his face formed a frown,
And said, "Isn't this your day off?"

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Silly, I seem to have made it part-limerick in places. The metering was wrongfully neglected too and needs attention as this attempt is lacking a smooth flow due to haphazard syllable counts.
Still, it's all about having fun with poetry.

Remember, the next poem must begin with a word that rhymes with 'off' (or begin with 'Off' itself).

Title: The Unexpected Guest

Drekinn
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"Let words be your palette."