I'd been caught up in the middle, of one of those awful days,
When nothing seems to go right, with glitches and delays.
I was having a rough day at work, and the boss was now irate;
And all I could think about, was sweet tropical island escape!
When she severely berated me, it was so hard not to be mad,
So I drew an awful picture of her, in which she looked quite bad.
With eyes bulging and goofy grin, her hair now stood on end.
And if she had chanced to see it, I might've never worked again.
The boss left for a bit of air, and came back with wild hair,
And big eyes and sheepish grin, saying it was windy out there!
To my amusement and surprise, she was much like my drawing.
I had somehow drawn the near future, but without even knowing.
Doodling just happened to be, a lifelong fun habit of mine,
Which always relaxed and cheered me, and I liked it just fine.
I'd also taken art lessons, and was able to draw quite well,
But people liked my casual drawings, and told me they could sell!
Late one Sunday afternoon, I was drawing a scene by the lake,
When fat raindrops began to fall, just for contrariness' sake.
In frustration I drew a sun in the sky, coloring it deep gold;
And the sun then shone bright, before my drawing was a minute old!