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Comely Chaos

It’s just now beginning to dawn on me
It’s becoming a real possibility.
This morning’s not going very well
As the clock just struck it’s eighth bell.
I plugged in the electric coffeepot,
Forty minutes later it’s still not hot.
Plugging the toaster in to the wall,
The shock could’ve cause the Roman fall.
Yet I’m not the kind to consider defeat.
So I fry up some eggs for all to eat…..
Those eggs most certainly could have been seen
On a page in any gourmet magazine.
With pride bursting from every pour,
I turned, the dog jumped, the eggs met the floor.
“Oh well, I said, slightly tearing my hair,
there must be some cereal around somewhere.”
Searching all through each cabinet and shelf.
Briefly, I consider killing myself,
But that would be such a messy scene,
Besides my only good dress is not clean.
Finding a box of some crunchy stuff,
I fill three bowls and there isn’t enough.
So I shuffle one into the other.
Now I feel like a really good mother.
There’s juice, cereal, and even some toast,
But just as I begin to boast,
I notice my youngest with face so sad.
“Darling, I ask, are you feeling bad?”
“Mommy, I thought you loved us a lot.”
“I do, Sweetie, what makes you think not?”
“Well, Mom, if you love us and we’re so sweet,
How come you’re giving us dog food to eat?”