Misfortunes In Poetry Couldn’t Get Any Worse

“My Great Day, Ya Right!”

Waking up, my day started off right;

The sun was shining nice, and bright.

My alarm went off right on time;

To get to work for another dime.

Getting out of bed, I stubbed my toe;

Only to wonder, what is my next blow?

Now, where are my slippers and robe?

I found them in bed with my dog, Kobe.

So off to the bathroom, do I dare?

Only to see myself as a terrible nightmare.

Showers hot, I step on in, so far no harm done;

Now, can I start hopefully my normal fun?

I did my dishes, washed my clothes;

Ran into the cabinet door and broke my nose.

My day is just starting out, so right?

With the sun shining so big and bright.

I had to call work, telling them I broke my nose;

The person on the other end, she just froze.

Now, I had to hire someone to help with chores;

Dang it, both my doorbells are ringing at both doors.

My children are yelling, “Mom, come quick!”

“There is a salesperson here named Dick!”

Kobe got there first, and with nasty blows;

Sent the salesperson flying, with his torn clothes.

Since then—I washed the car, mowed the lawn;

Wished it were a brand-new dawn.

Oh, course, wouldn’t you know the lawnmower breaks.

Cooking out, I burnt the dinner steaks.

“What next;” I say;

What else is going to happen today?

I’ve had enough of this bad luck;

Even sat on the toilet and got stuck!

Nighttime, where are you?

Oh, no! I am going to sue!

My neighbor next door is cutting down a tree!

It’s heading toward my house, right for me!!

On my poor old house, the tree did land.

Suddenly the phone rang; it was work. I have been canned!

I can’t take any more of this rotten stuff!

I am not that doggone tough.

This is my day so full of woe,

I need my coffee, please; I need my cup of Joe! (Coffee)

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