Here! Physically Anyway

To be honest,

I had a rough night.

A bad headache,

I just didn’t feel right.

 

Now it’s morning,

and I have to go and do.

Trying my best,

just to muddle through.

 

What is focus?

It doesn’t exist for me.

I keep drifting,

from where I oughta be.

 

Don’t ask questions,

I can’t think of such.

Don’t annoy me,

and it won’t take much.

 

Ms. Cranky Pants

will probably show her head.

I wish I could

take a break and nap instead.

 

All I ask is,

help me through the day.

If I were you,

it’s best if you stay out of my way.

© 2014 ck’s days

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The Trouble with Washing Cars

The color was white

but the winter has been hard

even for the cars.

 

“You need to wash it,”

they said to me more than once

“It is a white car.”

 

At last, I listened

and I paid ten whole dollars

to wash the car clean.

 

The very next day

it rained and snowed and rained more

on my so clean car.

 

That is not the end,

as I drove home on wet roads

scowling the whole ride

 

a dirty mean rock

left a chip in my windshield.

Bleeping-bleep rock chip.

 

Yes, this is a drought

(sigh) so I should be thankful

for all the moisture.

 

And am I grateful?

I have no pleasant comment –

ask me later, k?

© 2014 ck’s days

Olympics 2014

I could have been an Olympian –

trust me, my efforts would be so bold –

but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –

and I don’t really like the cold –

if it weren’t for those few details though –

you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!

© 2013 ck’s days

The Perfect Snack

milk and cookie

Looks like I need another cookie

I have a perfect snack, you see,

a snack in right in front of me.

Some milk and a homemade cookie.

A cookie made deliciously.

Don’t drink the milk speedily

keep it even as can be.

It can get a little tricky

to finish them jointly

my milk and yummy cookie.

© 2013 ck’s days

Every Monday should be a holiday

Every single Monday

should be a holiday.

Then nobody

would dread a Monday.

Of course,

the evil day

would then be

those darn Tuesdays.

Coworkers

would ask you –

is it a case

of the Tuesday blues?

And I’m sure

we would get greedy –

four days off

sound better than just three.

So why not

include Friday?

Yeah, the weekend will be

Friday through Monday.

And Tuesdays

will have the Tuesday blues.

A three day work schedule

for me – how about you?

And that my friend

is why every Monday

cannot always be

a blessed holiday.

© 2013 ck’s days

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