The Day I Fell Into a Pile of Needles

You ask me to recall the worst day of my life?
Well, the story is filled with agony and strife.
(I even started this story with such a lame rhyme,
But hey, you're the one who's wasting your time.)

I woke up at ten, school started at eight,
And the legs of my pants wouldn't go on quite straight.
Damn the darn weather, as I got out my scraper,
Scratching ice off my car is such a bothersome caper.

I steamed in my seat as I waited in traffic,
The look on my face was a hideous graphic.
As I pulled out of my spot for some brief realignment,
It struck me I forgot my English assignment.

This day so far leaves me feeling like slime,
"Screw it!" I said, "I'll pay for my crime."
My tardy had earned me two hours detention,
My mind was about ready to burst from the tension.

I came during Math, we had a pop quiz;
I can never figure out what that guy's problem is.
Should I even mention what came of lunch?
I was pummeled with apple cores by the bunch.

On the way home, I broke off my fender,
Then my watch was caught and trashed in a blender.
I was granted a ticket by the town beadle;
Oh, and one last thing--
This was also the day I fell into a pile of needles.