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A poem about the ultimate bad Monday. As an author's note, I will say that I had a dream about the brownie sundae, right before my alarm clock buzzed, two Monday mornings ago. What I thought was a microwave ding was the alarm clock's buzz, hence the inspiration. Enjoy!
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I was but one minute away
From a warm brownie sundae
Until the first light of the day
Proved dreams die on a Monday
I woke and tripped on cat toys spread
Across the bedroom floor
A test to try my weary head
Before I reached the door.
I strolled downstairs, lost in a trance
My eyes began to close
I missed a step by circumstance
And fell flat on my nose
Wiping the blood, I slipped once more
And felt my ankle twist
A wondrous day, appeared in store
As I clinched my left fist.
A power outage around two
Had ceased my coffee break
I left the house, without a clue
That feat was a mistake
Ten miles from home, I was appalled
My gas gauge sat on ‘E’
As road reports showed one car stalled
And, yes, that car was me!
Three hours late, I got to work
As lunch breaks rolled around
Still certain I could beat the quirk
That left me feeling drowned
“I need to send this fax,” I said
“And all will be just fine”
But, sure enough, the fax was dead
Its track was misaligned.
I suffered through the afternoon
Until the clock struck five
Arriving home to cat toys strewn
Thankful to be alive
I cleaned the messes of the dawn
That came to curse my Monday
Then, placed a chair upon my lawn
And ate a brownie sundae!
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
6/16/2010 |
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| My kind of humor story. Mondays seem to be the worst by design, but collective misfortune odds have a way of ganging up on any day of the week. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by The Smoking Poet |
7/26/2006 |
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I'm sure I feel like this most all Mondays but those that begin a vacation...
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
7/18/2006 |
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That's a bad, BAD Monday. Have had days like that, too, not reserved only on Mondays, though...have had whole WEEKS like that! Sompin tells me I shoulda stood in bed. :) Well done, Jill, I love this one!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
7/11/2006 |
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I have had days like that, and not just on Mondays! LOL good one, Jill; enjoyed!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
7/10/2006 |
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Interesting!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
7/9/2006 |
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Love the humor. Having tripped, lying on the livingroom carpet, watching the blood drain out my nose, and, more than once, trusted my gas gauge too much on the SouthsWorst Freeway, I know just how you felt. Wouldn't even leave the house without coffee.
Did Sunny 99.1 report you blocking traffic?
On the bright side, didn't flood your car ;-)
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
7/8/2006 |
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The day ended good...ROFL
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
7/8/2006 |
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A great write here, I have had a few of those days myself, keep writing and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle! |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
7/8/2006 |
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| Hahaha!!! Priceless. You have just summed up everybody's bad day without getting too morbid, which some bad days do. Even with your humnor, this was serious as a heart attack. Gotta love it! |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
7/8/2006 |
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Well Jill alls well that's ends will and if you can end a day with a brownie sundae and a nice sunset all can't be bad. Good write, I enjoyed the poem not your bad day.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
7/8/2006 |
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It's like "Murphy's Law", and being waking up on "the wrong side of the bed".
Interesting read!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
7/8/2006 |
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What is that saying? "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." Well, you certainly did, Jill and you didn't give up, you made it through the day and you rewarded yourself justly for doing so. This poem is rather humorous, but only because I am not the subject of it.
Take care,
Sherry |
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