The bus was late

Then something happened Stanley didn't anticipate.
The bus broke down and it was late.
Stanley freaked out, began to perspirate,
He ran inside to face his fate.
School was starting, and he'll be late.
His mind speeding, Stanley chose to change his fate.
First things first, he had to change his current rate.
He put on some fresh kicks, gym shorts, began to race.
Blocks flew by, he was like a blur.
If he ran fast he he'd get there, he was sure.
Past the park, between firs in the woods,
As he neared, he saw the kids in the halls.
The bell was ringing, the door began to shut,
Stanley dug in for the final rush.
Two blocks left, a final sprint,
His kicks flew and off he went.
Then like a pot hole in a lot,
Stanley tripped on a Genie in a pot.
He fell on the ground, cursing the spot,
Tears began to fall, he felt like rot.
School had started and he was late.
Dejected, a loser, anger that would not abate.