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A Mismatched Sock Day

Updated on March 2, 2014

Woke up to a day of MADNESS.

Simply put, a morning of BADNESS.

Not one thing went my WAY.

It was the epitome of a mismatched socks DAY.

Work starts at 7am, you could say I'm running a tad bit LATE.

My eyes surely were surprised when the alarm clock read 8:28!!

Hopping out of bed awkwardly causes my feet to TRIP.

I'm steaming mad, it hurts so bad, as blood trickles from my LIP.

Can it get any worse I scream as I have now gotten myself DRESSED.

I attempt to start my Oldsmobile and the engine sounds POSSESSED!!

Woke up to a day of MADNESS.

Simply put a morning of BADNESS.

Not one thing went my WAY.

It was the epitome of a mismatched socks DAY.

Finally arriving at the office, half past 10 and all eyes are fixated upon ME.

Besides being embarrassingly late, there's a coffee stain on my shirt I thought only I could SEE!

Sitting at my cubicle, I sigh for a moment of RELIEF.

Peace didn't last long, because I'm buried in work up to my TEETH.

I survived my shift, driving home I shake my head and grumble, what a DAY!

Barely avoided a head on collision, swerving to miss the raccoon that entered the ROADWAY!

Entering my front door I'm worn out, exhausted, and plain old BEAT.

Too tired to cook, I microwave a TV dinner and sit down to EAT.

I've showered and it's time end to this day where nothing went RIGHT.

Turning off the flat screen, I close my eyes and say GOODNIGHT.




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    • Lori P. profile image

      Lori Chidori Phillips 3 years ago from Southern California USA

      Well, one good thing came from this "bad" day and it is this cute poem. (By the way, what's wrong with mismatched socks once in a while?)

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