Some days you’re just not ready for the fray,

and when you wake, you’re out of sorts and grumpy.

You know the kind, when everything seems grey,

and only serves to leave you feeling jumpy.

You’d stay in bed, but it feels kinda lumpy

and amplifies the growing rotten mood

to kick you out despite your lassitude.

 

Then when you’re up, it goes from bad to worse,

‘cause curdled milk has spoiled your morning tea.

The only thing to pass your lips, a curse

on this malevolent conspiracy,

fast followed by a screeching, heartfelt plea;

Why me? Was giving me foul weather not enough,

you had to hit me with this other stuff?

 

But then, as if to emphasise the spite,

the radio announces on the news

an accident has happened overnight,

and roads are jammed up with ginormous queues.

Whichever way you look at it, you lose.

It’s clear, the world is messing with your head;

just take your lumps and get back into bed.