Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Sunday Paper Fiasco”

“Hey, Mr. Smith sir! Catch–here’s your newspaper! It’s the heavy, Sunday Edition!”

Now every Sunday like clockwork, little Twiggy delivers papers, Twiggy loves to be tipped too, with some greasy capers. Why Capes? I don’t understand but he loves them, He’s been delivering papers since he was ten.

Twiggy always wears a red H shirt and has roof-like hair. He told me he had done it on a school dare. That’s why he looks as he does. His hair, it’s just a bunch of well-greased fuzz. On windy days, Twiggy looks so strange with his fuzz flat roof-like hair and being flabby, fuzzy, and fat!

Twiggy today was eating a banana while delivering the news. I was suffering terribly from the awful blues. Twiggy not only threw my paper, but his banana peel, too. I went to retrieve it, then I slipped and flew!

I had slipped on Twiggy’s garbage, his banana peel. “Twiggy!” I yelled, “No, capers next week for this deal!”

As I got up my Sunday newspaper fell. Ouch, boy–falling hard on the sidewalk, what a spell. My butt is sore; my back is out of whack. Grace, this fall of mine sure did lack.

Me outside here in my bright red robe, chasing my newspaper, the Sunday Morning Globe. Ouch, that hurts–every time I bend to pick up a page, I realize, I’m getting grayer and showing my age.

Oh no! Comics can’t let them get away! Maybe someone will come my way and help me get all my newspaper picked up.

Oh no, here comes Sally, with her coffee cup. “Hi Sally, I say, nice rollers you have in your hair today.”

“Rollers! Is that all you have got to say? I spent hours putting these darn things in! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you’re not looking too thin.”

“You are in that bright red robe; you look like an apple! A big, fat, juicy Red Delicious apple! Add nuts, you’re an Apple Tapple pie!”

(Laughing. As she helps Mr. Smith pick up the newspaper.) “That’s it! You made me hungry. Here’s your paper–enjoy. I’m going to the store to get my Apple Tapple pie, and enjoy!”

“See you, Sally, thank you for helping me with my paper.”

Now to deal with Twiggy, and his banana caper. Tomorrow, I’ll call him and have him over. Oh, I ache all over.

(Looking down at a four-leaf clover) “Will this be my lucky day? Can’t be, I fell today.”

My robes all dirty, my papers, a big mess, Maybe, I’m being put through a greater test. That’s it a test! I better act my best.

Getting my morning paper sure wasn’t a blast. One more page I see, that’s the last.

Now, where’s that banana peel? I’m giving it back to Twiggy. For his garbage deal, because he was careless and made me slip and fly.

All I wanted was my morning news. And not to suffer all these aching blues. I guess I’ve learned one thing from all this, not every day will be wonderfully bliss.

Twiggy’s a great kid, just a little careless, I need to teach him right from wrong, I guess… that leaving your garbage lay, can ruin someone’s day. LIKE MINE!