That Kind of Day
I tried to pound a nail today, but only hit my thumb.
I tried to sneak a cookie, but only found a crumb.
I tried to ride a two-wheel bike, but only scraped my knee.
I tried to sniff a flower, but got stung by a doggone bee.
I tried to show how smart I was, and got treated like a dunce.
I wanted another helping, but Mom only fed me once.
I sat and waited for my friend to come, but wound up sitting alone;
I sat and I waited so long for my friend that I lost my muscle tone.
I tried to read a big fat book, but nodded off at the end of page one,
I tried to eat a hot dog, but it flew right out of the bun.
All day I’ve been trying to succeed at things – I’ve tried with all my might;
When I asked my dad what frustration was, he ran a traffic light.
I was wearing my seatbelt, I’m happy to say. At least I got that right.
Copyright © Richard Clairmont | Year Posted 2005
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