Wrong Jacket Poem by Richard Antwi

I have an Anorak jacket
So does my eleven year old daughter

Both are black and slack
Shiny and piney

Light but warm
Both hang on the same anger

On a busy morning, while rushing to work
With the children rushing to school

The weather looking rainy that morning
Decided to pick my Anorak

And hurriedly crumpled it into my work-bag
Hurry up, kids!

And off the Bus stop
We went!

Then started the rain
First, with spitting,
Then showers, heavy showers

Time now to wear my Anorak
Hurriedly, it went over my body

Alas, instead of feeling comfortable
Started feeling stiff
Feeling breathless

Strangely, the children laughing,
Daddy, Oh daddy!
You took the wrong Anorak!

Then I realised
That in real life,
Some life preferences could be wrong

But after sober reflections,
You might have the right choice
Never give up even if you choose the wrong Anorak jacket!