Fitfully I raised from an uneasy bed whacking my head on the bedstead Putting an egg sized lump on my crown That laid me immediately back down. Never wanting to be tardy to my job I tumbled from bed with a head throb, Weaving my way toward the bathroom I tripped over the handle of a broom. With aching toe I hobbled to the shower Knowing I'd have to forgo my usual hour, I turned the handle all the way to hot But hot there was not! Cold was what I got! As I shivered in my freezing water bath I whimpered at the cruelty of life's wrath, I reached for the shampoo to wash my hair And to amazement there wasn't any there. I hurriedly toweled and ran to get dressed Only to find my clean clothes were messed, My hairy pooch slept on them all night, The slobbers and hair were an ugly sight. Wearing dirty clothes I ran out the door And was met by a torrential downpour, I slipped and fell headlong with a thud Landing in the middle of a puddle of mud. Leaping in the car grimy from toes to head, I turned the key but the battery was dead, Glaring at my watch I saw the date display And realized, I don't work on Saturday. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 04-16-06 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone