My Mood Today
Today I’m a blob
a slob
a glob
a perturbed mob hob
don’t ask me what it means
you will be peter fink snob
you’re ugly and spoiled
and it’s not your business you see,
so get away and stop pestering me.
today I’m a blob, a snob, a glob,
a perturbed mob hob.
uglier and more surly than
a spilled kernel of a sassy
Iowan corn cob.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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