Bad Day Poem by Aidan Clevinger

I set my alarm for six o'clock
But this morning it rang at eight.
And as I rose in befuddled shock
I ascribed it all to Fate.

And then when I sat down
To eat my morning meal.
I realized with a disheartened frown,
The milk was gone! How would you feel?

My pants were ripped, my shirt untucked,
My shoes were on the wrong feet.
And when I stepped out, just my luck!
The bus was rolling down the street.

So it was a foregone conclusion,
The day, I knew, was doomed.
This vision of misery was no illusion,
The day, I knew, was doomed.

But then you smiled and said hello,
You took me by the hand.
And I smiled too, which just goes to show,
With you, even my bad days aren't bad.