WHAT A DAY

Not having breakfast, I am ready for lunch.

It is too early, so I better have brunch.

I eat at the restaurant, when I have a hunch

That I lost one of my fillings on that very last crunch.

Back at the office, hoping there’s no more,

But for what really happened I wasn’t in store.

The maintenance is working; they think it’s a chore.

But the sprinklers went off, and we were all out the door.

As I walk to my car, I look and begin to cry.

Someone slashed my tires, and can only ask why.

Policeman arrived and it was the same guy

The one that gave me a ticket, and I just want to die.

I call up my father; I call up my friends.

It seems everyone’s out and it seems to be no end.

Hailing a taxi, thirty-two fifty is the amount that I spend.

I hope this isn’t, that this isn’t, a trend.

Back at the door I reach for my keys.

Hoping I’ll find them, oh would you just please.

But, then I remembered the spare I leave by the trees.

By the time I find it, I am beginning to freeze.

Into the house, I run like a dash.

Up the stairs, all I want to do is crash.

Before pulling the covers, I see quite a flash.

Cameramen are outside, standing by my trash.

I open the door, hoping not to my demise.

But I would never have guessed — it was quite a surprise.

I won a big large check — it was quite a prize.

I guess my luck is changing — until I realize…

You will never guess what happened, no lies,

I woke up and bumped both of my thighs.

It must have been a nightmare of great size.

Remember: Never go to bed on full stomach of burgers and fries.

By Linda Amos