A Poem for One of THOSE Days

Bang Bang, Drip Drip,
Through it all an endless whine.
To the Doctor, to Walgreens,
I just might lose my mind.

He opens the drawers, and bangs on the pots,
My once clean shirt is littered with spots,
He wants to be held, I need my arms free,
Oh won’t someone come and trade with me?

Dinner’s made and cooking slow,
but the tantrums do not cease,
nap-time’s here to calm the day’s flow -
Who knows? I just might make it in one piece.

RING RING!
Oh no, the doorbell. SCREAM!
Pest control? Like I care,
The time of your visit just isn’t FAIR!

Do you know what you’ve done?
Don’t you see what I’ve lost?
I don’t want your service,
No matter the cost!

I close the door,
Step back inside.
Today seems a perfect day,
to run and hide.

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