OH HOW I HATED TO GET OUT OF BED,
I NEEDED COFFEE AND SOME TOASTED BREAD;
I PEEKED OUTSIDE, THE SKY WAS RED,
TRAVELER’S TAKE WARNING, OR SO IT’S BEEN SAID.
WELL I’M NOT BIG ON SUPERSTITION,
NOR WILL I GET RICH FROM SOME FOUR LEAF CLOVER,
HA, A POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW,
DREAM ON, DEAR FRIEND, THIS DAY’S NOT OVER.
NOW I GOT A FLAT ON THE WAY TO WORK,
PUNCHED IN LATE, THE BOSS CALLED ME A JERK;
SO WHEN I GOT HOME, I WENT STRAIGHT TO BED,
BESIDE ME LAY MY TRUSTY DOG, I CALL HIM “OLE RED”.
2007 copyright – Ernie Johnson
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Comments: 22
From your poem, I found out about this prompt and posted mine too. I had written it in March for another prompt in the blog world!
Excellent job!