Outside I hear a barking dog
I look and see but cats.
There, where clouds used to be
were piles of formal hats.
I turned on the radio
to drown out the noise
but, it only leaked puddles
of tiny, tiny boys.
I tried the tap
which dripped the blues
then, I combed my hair
with my shoes
I studied the mirror
and shaved my face
But, I ended up bare
in some other place.
Clearly today wasn't turning out
as I'd pictured in my head
so, I opened the door and walking out
dove right back into bed.
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