Dear Diary,
Yesterday was just
Busy, busy, busy!
*sigh*
Where do I begin?
Well I woke in fuss
And beat a dead horse
With my significant other
Thank God I was so hungry
I could eat a horse!
Got in the car and played chicken
With rush hour traffic
Stumbled into work late
Then it was exercise time!
Running down the boss
Flying off the handle at customers
Jumping to conclusions
And stabbing my coworkers in the back
Poor guy had jam for brains
So I spread some
On my peanut butter sandwich
And had it for lunch
Yum
I put up a new sign
Over my cubicle
“Complaint Department: Please Take a Number”
And merrily sat a grenade
On my desk
With a happy number
On the pin
Hi ho the merry oh!
Back from work I go!
Got home and spent time
With the skeletons in my closet
Then came out of the closet
To find a mess
Made by my sweet honey
So I hung her out to dry
Along with my boxer shorts
I hope the bears enjoy her
Then I lamented
About the rule of nothing:
There’s nothing in the fridge
There’s nothing on the T.V.
I have nothing to wear tomorrow!
Hopeless
I realized I have shot myself
In the foot
And lazily limp to bed
Only to be mobbed
By a stampede of bed bugs
The itching becomes unbearable
I start up in bed
And realize I slept the whole day away
Yesterday
Author notes
more of a mental look at how a usual day goes with me. usually i sleep all day on the weekends. enjoy.
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Comments
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QUite a memorable day - yesterday. So many things remembered, even when one sleeps the whole day away.
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Yes ,now I understand, they can beat him with a stick but,,,"andywontdie"!
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:-D What a playful little poem you have here. I love the way all these colloquial sayings mix up the actual day and the fantasy day --- there's a nice blending of the absurd and the regular in this poem.
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