Washington

To start the day I put on my hat, To my surprise out flew a gnat. I was startled by this creature with the smallest of wings, So much that I dropped every bit of my things. If it was a wasp and I was stang, The highest musical note would have been sang. As you can see if you look at my shin My pain tolerance level is far from thin. As I walk past this huge dog with this lethal tail he wags, A baseball couldn’t measure up to the size of this dog’s tags. If he bites me, which I hope he does not, For I have not yet gotten a rabies shot. It looked straight at me and I began feeling hot, This feeling is explained by how nervous I got. And as I headed towards the stadium hoping tonight for the win, Snowflakes started falling, not one had a twin. The fires in the distant campgrounds were quickly turned to ash, This poem ends as I stepped onto the field’s marked hash.