I woke up like royalty, crown on my bed,
Tripped on my slippers, banged my poor head.
Made some dosa, it flew in the air,
Landed on cat, who gave me a stare. π±
Phone in my hand, plans in the bin,
Said "I'll be productive! " (That was my sin) .
Painted one eye, other one missed,
Still posted a selfie - "Goddess! " I hissed. ππΈ
Boss called me lazy, I said "I'm divine, "
He said "You're late! " I said, "Fashionably, fine."
Bank account laughed, said "You're a joke, "
So I tickled it back... and nearly went broke. πΈπ€£
Universe trembles when I roll my eyes,
Spicy like chutney, sweet like moonrise.
So don't you dare mess with this hurricane soul,
I've got glitter in my madness and full dosa control. πͺοΈππ«
By: - WIN VENTURA
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Hilarious! Working through chaos without fretting is indeed a quality to be admired!