Today was the day of all terrible days,
One that was bad in so many ways.
It started with meeting the nastiest woman alive,
And from there it just took a deep end dive.
This lady was terrible, mean, and downright rude,
Every word from her mouth was dark oil crude.
She rambled and mumbled and pitched a damn fit,
All because she had nowhere to sit.
She spit when she spoke and coughed in my face
And wiped her dirty hands on all our fine lace.
I wanted to strike like a cobra on mouse,
But I couldn't stoop that low to get rid of the louse.
The witch finally left and my nerves were all shattered.
Its funny to think though, what she said never mattered.
But I hit the wall with my little fist, and there is now a hole.
Sorry but I had to do it, it was for my righteous sole.
REB (MARCH 2012) because Erin met the nastiest woman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem