a bad day
If I could cut off my feet, would it get any worse?
Yesterday a thief stole my favorite purse
It had my I.D., everything but my keys
Arthritis in my ankles and in my knees
I stumble and hobble as I try to walk
My deranged parrot has an annoying squawk
my husband has left me and taken the keys
I curse my sore ankle and arthritic knees.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
