(stuff And Nonsense) One Of Those (Sad) Days Poem by Janice Windle

It was one of those days when the mirror scowled back
and the clothes in the wardrobe looked shabby and black,

when my hair behaved wildly and wouldn't lie down,
so I looked rather like a pathetic old clown...

a day when the lawn nagged me 'Please cut me, please',
and there wasn't a leaf on the wintery trees,

a day when the weather was cloudy and freezing
and the car (when it started) was coughing and wheezing,

and all of the people I passed in the street
looked like serial killers I'd rather not meet.

And the lights were all red and I crawled along sadly
and I knew that this day could only end badly

when I drove out of town and I heard sirens howl
'Was I speeding? ' Okay - and I threw in the towel!