It was one of those days when the mirror scowled back
and the clothes in the wardrobe looked shabby and black,
when my hair behaved wildly and wouldn't lie down,
so I looked rather like a pathetic old clown...
a day when the lawn nagged me 'Please cut me, please',
and there wasn't a leaf on the wintery trees,
a day when the weather was cloudy and freezing
and the car (when it started) was coughing and wheezing,
and all of the people I passed in the street
looked like serial killers I'd rather not meet.
And the lights were all red and I crawled along sadly
and I knew that this day could only end badly
when I drove out of town and I heard sirens howl
'Was I speeding? ' Okay - and I threw in the towel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem