Black Monday Poem by Sandra Martyres

Everything that could for her go wrong
Did go wrong very systematically
Beginning with the coffee percolator
Which exploded splashing coffee
All over the kitchen as it was not
Closed properly- then followed
The toasts - they were burnt to a cinder
Forgotten while the coffee cleaning
Operation was in full swing - with tables
Being scrubbed to avoid staining
There was unfortunately no more bread
To make fresh toast and the Wheaties Box
Had been left open so moisture got in
Making them unfit for consumption
Abandoning all thoughts of having
Any kind of breakfast she showered
And headed straight to work hoping
That the rest of the day would be fine
But alas Black Monday is Black Monday
There was a massive traffic jam
Normal, considering that the holidays
Were over and everyone was heading
Back to work - but extremely difficult
When one is already late - Noticing a
Small gap she tried to change lanes
On a main arterial road - an error
She would regret - another belligerent
Motorist with a larger vehicle retaliated
He alighted his vehicle and blocked hers
Not before letting out a volley of abuse about
Lane changing - an action uncalled for given
That it is rather common in this part of the world
However, she did what polite people normally do
She apologised...this was her error number two
The macho man suddenly donned hero status
And started lecturing her and all the other
Irate motorists that her license should
Have been cancelled long ago- by which time
A cop arrived on the scene and promptly
Fined her and signalled her to continue her journey
She reached work half an hour late, totally famished
Muttering some apologies she went to her desk
In the hope that the Black Monday trauma
Was over with her reaching her workplace intact! !