Bad Day. Poem by Coale Johnson
Bad Day.
Man, oh, man, oh, man!
I hit myself with a frying pan!
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
I just tripped over that little toy!
Dude oh dude oh dude!
I just spilled milk and was very rude!
Gosh oh gosh oh gosh!
I just made that hot grease slosh!
But at the end of the day,
It will really pay.
Cause I will go to sleep
Counting all my sheep.
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4/25/2024 12:54:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice