Worst Day of My Life

If you have read my other posts you will see that I tend to have a somewhat depressing theme in my stories. Here's a little more comedic poem, though I had to have a sad twist in it, too. :) This isn't a real story, by the way!!!

Enjoy.

Written February 13, 2011

This morning I woke up to

My dog had eaten my left shoe,

And in the fridge I beheld

My bread had grown a field of mold.

"Though I'll have no breakfast toast,

With scrambled eggs I'll make the most!"

Alas, I saw the shells broke,

And out popped peeping chicken folk.

I settled to some milk so sour.

No matter what, I would not glower!

I faced the day with glad words,

But I'd regret them afterwards...

The day turned out to be a

Day to scare any other day.

The bathroom flooded in the night:

The plummers bill was such a fright!

The oak out back fell over

And crushed the house to a smother.

Op'ning the mail with good will

I discovered it was all bills.

Headache came to pound away

So I tried to sleep away the day.

Day was stubborn as can be,

So in came the squirrel from the tree.

He thought mine should be his bed,

And I could have the cot instead.

Trying to argue, I found he was,

A territorial ball of fuzz.

So, this evening, now I write

About the worst day of my life.

When with Misery I played "Tag"

I've found "Base," in a sleeping bag.