Bad Day Poem by Katrina Lusk

Don't you hate those days,
that are bad in all the wrong ways?
Well let me tell you,
I do too!
Those days just drag on,
and make life blue.

You wake up,
and nothing feels right.
Next thing you know,
your bookbag is out of sight.

It was in bed,
where you should've stayed.
Instead you took a shower,
and ended up delayed.

You can't find your headphones,
they're needed for the bus ride.
The music drowns out the noise,
this is where you go to hide.

You pour a bowl of cereal,
in the fridge you find...
THere's no milk!
You're already on the brink,
of losing your mind.

Mom walks in and asks,
'What's your deal'
She has no clue,
how frezied you feel.

You found your headphones,
they were in the dog run.
Why couldn't those muts,
just chew on a dog bone?

Your bookbag,
was in the dirty clothes.
How it got there,
who the heck knows.

You wait for the bus,
it comes really late.
Go figure,
you still haven't ate.

You get to school,
and keep dropping your books.
Why couldn't your hands,
be made out of hooks.

This was my day
and I sure hope,
it doesn't stay this way.
For if it does,
I find I may have to go astray!