Here I sit
Nightie over my knees
Enjoying the wafting
Of the soft autumn breeze
My coffee cup in hand
And the newspaper laid out
Trying to find
What the world is about
The telephone rings
And I leap to get it
Before the 4th ring
When machine does it's bit
Mistake! Coffee spills
Oh how dumb!
Now hot java
Spills on my bum.
Will I never learn
To set the cup down
Before leaping to answer
And ending up brown?


Comments: 19
Ever thought of getting a cordless phone?
Cute but painful poem.