A poem written after a bad day with the kids. |
What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, The kids are sick The cats left home, My washer blew up His mum’s on the phone Six more days To put up with this And then it will be Sunday. What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, The milk was sour For my morning tea No one ever bothers To listen to me. Five more days To put up with this, And then it will be Sunday. What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, The bathroom door fell off, When I wanted to soak, Just wanted some peace, What a joke. Four more days To put up with this, And then it will be Sunday. What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, My sister turned up With all her brood, Wants to stop, I’m not in the mood. Three more days To put up with this, And then it will be Sunday. What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, The house is a wreck, The car just died. This place is so noisy I just want to hide. Two more days To put up with this, And then it will be Sunday What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, Shopping to do, Daren’t look at the cost, Buy some new shoes Because the old ones got lost. One more days To put up with this, And then it will be Sunday What a day I’ve had And I thought yesterday was bad, Dinner to cook, Floor to shine, Not a moment to call mine Kids to bath, Make time to sweep The garden path, Cut the lawn, Mend the fence, Must warn the kids Not a peep About the words I yelled last night, After yet another fight. I hate Sundays. Voting begins soon... please vote for your choice each week ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |