Luck 'O the Irish - a Pet Hate
Ah! Here I am then all snug in my seat.
I've plenty of popcorn and candies to eat.
The previews appeared without any glitch,
And I'm loving it here in my own little niche.
If I want, I can use the seat I'm behind
To put up my feet. There's no one to mind,
For finding the one empty seat was my goal,
And I'm sitting behind it. Most others are full.
Oh, no! What is this? Some guy just walked in
Right when the movie is just to begin.
No, not toward the back!! Stay in the middle.
Dang it! He's here, and his head is not little.
Smack dab in front of me; wish I could yell.
My peaceful retreat has just turned to hell
For, or course, he is half a foot taller than I.
That's luck o' me ancestors Irish. Fie!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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