Save me a pretzel, will you?
I’m dashing off to drop my kid off at daycare,
daily hustle, those around me stare.
Save me a pretzel, will you?
The blasted phone is ding-dinging,
it’s my coworkers with breaking news, headlines bringing.
Save me a pretzel, will you?
My coffee doesn’t look great splashed on my white blouse,
some other way, today, my energy, I’ll have to rouse.
Save me a pretzel, will you?
Sometimes, I cannot stand work,
simply because, my boss is a real jerk.
Save me a pretzel, will you?
The breaks on the bus didn’t stop right,
because the pretzel guy went up in flight.
On second thought, I’ll pass on the pretzel today,
and fortunately, the pretzel guy turned out to be okay!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (2)
fabulous poetry!
I bought a large pretzel today. Still haven't eaten it. Hmm... 🥨