JUST ONE OF THOSE MORNINGS
It was just one of those mornings
When nothing would go right
The alarm failed to awaken me
And I looked an awful sight
Preparing oranges for some juice
I got a nasty cut
I dropped the eggs, slipped in the mess
And landed on my butt
My slippers flew, the dog grabbed one
And ripped the thing to bits
The toast was burned, the bacon, too
My pancakes were the pits
The newscast promised sunshine
Of course, it’s raining hard
My paper is a soggy mess
Out in my big front yard
My husband peeked around the door
And asked with a grin
“How come you’re up so early, Dear?
It’s your day to sleep in.”
3/9/00 – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
