Bad Day Poem by christy tanksley

I woke up this morning
with an ache in my head,
And it hurt so bad till
I thought I was dead.

I tried to get dressed
But had no luck at that,
because all my cloths had been
eaten by our basement rats.

I finally found some cloths
they were very small
I tried to fit in to them
but down the stairs I fall.

When I got up from falling
down the stairs
Then I tried to go
to comb my hair

I found a simple comb
and began to stroke
but right when in got to a knot
the brush had broke

I finally said heck with it
and went to bed
and my bad day
was all in my head