This weekend I was writing about ways to begin the workday with a bang and, in a somewhat sarcastic moment, was inspired to create this poem.
What the day will bring
Mornin´ Mrs. coffee pot
Tell my future, what"s to be, what"s not
Will it be chaos, order, or in between
Something new or the same ole routine.
What will the day bring?
Mornin´ Mr. highway patrol
I hope you´ll spare my tardy soul
I promise to try and slow down some
On my way to make a modest income.
Perhaps this does not bode well for what the day will bring.
Mornin´ Ms. high tech copy machine
Surely this jam could have been foreseen!
What have I done to deserve your wrath
Your beeps, your jams and the toner cloud bath?
I am getting worried about what the day will bring.
Mornin´ Sir computer network
I would appreciate a bit more teamwork.
I´ve been waiting for you to respond, meanwhile
There´s a fatal error, now that´s not worthwhile!
So this is the punishment the day will bring.
Misters and misses there must be a mistake
My sanity and happiness is at risk and stake!
Perhaps I´ll have another cup
The first five were just the warm up
Toward conquering the dragons the day will bring.