I bumped into my ex at the store, And tried to avoid them, as I abhor, But they saw me and said hello, And I had to pretend I wasn't feeling low, Oh, that awkward encounter, I wish I could ignore.
By Sergio VanNessabout a year ago in Poets
I cleaned the house from top to bottom, But it seems like there's no end, just boredom, There's always more laundry to fold, And dishes to clean, as I'm told, Oh, those endless chores, I'm starting to feel glum.
I started to work on a puzzle one day, But the pieces were missing, where did they lay? I looked in the box, and on the floor, But the missing pieces were nowhere to explore, Oh, that puzzling puzzle, it's gone astray.
I struggled to zip up my dress, It just wouldn't budge, I must confess, I pulled and tugged with all my might, But it stayed stuck, what a sight, Oh, that stubborn zipper, it's such a mess.
I searched the house high and low, Where my phone went, I just don't know, I tried calling it to hear a ring, But silence was all it would bring, Oh, where is my phone? I'm starting to grow.
I went to the salon for a trim, But the hairdresser's skills were grim, My hair ended up too short, And the style was all but naught, Oh, that unfortunate haircut made me dim.
I left my wallet on the table, And turned around, as quick as I'm able, But when I looked back, It was already in a thief's sack, Oh, that sneaky thief is just unstable.
I drove around for an hour or two, Trying to find a spot that's due, But all I found were taken, And my patience was shaken, I guess I'll have to park in Timbuktu.
A bear once stole my picnic basket, And ate everything, down to the last bit, I stood there in despair, With nothing left to spare, Oh, that hungry bear just had to commit.
I tried to bake a cake so grand, But ended up with flour in my hand, I spilled milk on the floor, And burnt the cake, and more, Oh, that clumsy baker can barely stand.
I spilled coffee on my favorite shirt, And thought washing it would make it revert, But the stain is still there, As if to say "I don't care", It's a stubborn mark that will never subvert.
I stood in line for hours on end, My patience is about to bend, I just want to pay and go, But the queue moves too slow, Oh, when will this wait ever end?