Just a poem about a day I had with a little extra add. |
Just a Normal Day Emptying the dishwasher, I hurried to and fro, Moving too quickly, I stub my big toe. The glass in my hand tumbles to the floor, And just then a knock at the door. I scurry past the glass that lies in a heap, As I make my way to the door to take a peek. There was no one there; it was all very strange And even somewhat a pain. I hear my child say “Oh, no.”, then a crash and a scream Please tell me this day is a dream. I rush down the hall, tripping over a ball, Crash to the ground and smack into the wall. Looking up, I saw my child’s face filled with laughter, As if I told her a story that ended happily ever after. Back to the kitchen I fly with a flash, Now is the time to take out the trash. Upon entering the kitchen I grab the trashcan, And in the door walks my man. “What’s for dinner.” He says with a grin of a kid. I rush to the stove and pull off the pot lid, I shake my head in complete remorse, “Why burnt stew, of course.” Down the stair, to the laundry I flew To take out the whites, but alas they were all blue. Who would guess, One shirt could cause such a mess. Up the stairs, back to the kitchen, Hoping no one hears me quietly bitchin'. Grabbing the blackened pot of stew, I decide to make a different kind of brew. Throwing the stew in the whites that were now blue. I thought to myself “It will all come out in the wash.” |