Rearranging things at eight

Things got kinda wonky
When they took our cubes apart
The layout of an office
Is a long-forgotten art

Hitting everyone's allergies at eight

Flowers come in many forms
A prom corsage, a bride's bouquet
So, what better could bloom
On a nice, early spring day?

Enjoying a nice salad at eight

Another week has passed us by
And nothing too stupendous
But tomorrow's the day for knives
Cry, "Sic semper tyrannis!"

Finding a calm center at eight

The news is coming too quickly
We're all unsure and unsteady
Two weeks ago, it was snowing
How can it be March already? 

Uncomplicated at eight

I kind of miss my teen-aged years
The awkwardness and pimples
Or, maybe, I only miss
When things were much more simple