Dressed To a Kill
the rain spilled its barrels on my way to work
hit a pot hole and the tire split
the spare like a donut was cream filled
a passing motorist splashed me with a puddle
my nice matching suit was not drip dry
could not go to the office looking like this
stopped at the cleaners for a dry clean
told them to hurry so I wouldn’t be late
the suit came rolling out on the circling rack
missing some buttons and cuffs turned up
I gave them the bird and dashed out in my skivvies
was picked up for indecent exposure
taken to court which the judge then laughed
“didn’t your mama tell you they’d be days like this?
I replied didn’t your mama tell you to only wear fruit of the loom?
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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