A Sunday Muse Poem -- Is There More
Not the Best of Days
Not real smooth today
She missed her alarm
Set it to "Snooze" but ...
Skipped her breakfast 'cause
The dog burned the eggs
Then ate the biscuits
Flat tire on her car
She had to call Jeb
He was her friend not
Where they parked was bad
Had to park in mud
Jeb's no Sir Raleigh
There she lost a shoe
In the mud some place
Late bell was ringing
Were things better now
Team cheering for her
Run, run, one shoe gone
Morning was ho hum
Only six mistakes
Noon, get her hair done
Let's change it to blonde
I've new goopy bleach
You can try it free
When lights came back on
'Twas seen, bleach wash-out
Her hair a sick white
We can save the day
We'll frize just one side
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- Photo prompt suggestion by Carrie Van Horn at The Sunday Muse # 138, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-138.html?m=1
Labels: Humor, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Sunday Muse
posted by Jim @ 12/12/2020 09:11:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
This certainly feels like it is not the best of days. You have captured the turmoil well.
What a day! You went in a unique and captivating direction Jim! Always glad to see you at the Muse!
"The dog burned the eggs / Then ate the biscuits " LOLOL! That is a great image.
That kind of a day would certainly cling to one. :( Hopefully there was a better turn somewhere after that last line. :)
I think this is excellent. A very engaging story of trauma, at varying levels, depending on how you read.
Hello from Bend!! You could run every line together and a stream of consciousness would magically materialize. A new (hair) day will dawn for her, I feel certain.
Never trust the dog to serve breakfast. They are notoriously unreliable at that!
Love this tale and how it took you to a hair salon.
Dogs are not known for their culinary expertise, but you saved the day.
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