Betty B. Holmes
All In A Days' Work
Rudolph definitely was having a bad hair day.
It seemed absolutely nothing was going his way.
Mother chewed him out royally, for leaving food on his plate,
When he got a hold on his temper it was a little too late.
Stumbling over a rock, as he stomped off in a huff,
Had ruined a perfectly good manicure on his right front hoof.
As he muttered a few choice words under his breath,
A pinecone promptly hit him on the head.
Blinking big sad eyes he looked up toward the sky.