A Bad Day

My fancy, new phone,

In its polka dot case,

Is the target of blame,

As I stare at it's face.

I'm thirty minutes late,

My yellow hair is a mess,

And I try unsuccessfully to tame

That bird's nest

I tug on my poor,

Freshly laundered, grey socks,

The ones which went in

With black jeans to the wash.

My white linen blouse,

Has a lovely, brown stain,

With coffee, which strangely,

Missed my mouth, once again.

In my hurry to leave,

With my red, lipstick, stained teeth,

I don a blue jacket,

To hide the brown stain beneath.

I dash out the door,

Over lawns of green grass,

I slip in some mud,

And I slide on my ass!

My white, linen slacks,

Sport a skid of dark green,'

My cheeks are full red,

I'm a sight to be seen.

I arrive at my work,

My yellow bag filled with papers,

And I fervently hope,

No ones noticed my capers.

I slink to my desk,

My face is full pink,

I mutter "I made it!"

Then I spill the black ink.

We all like to think

We're unique, in our way,

But in my case,

I sincerely hope it's a phase!