I had the worst day of my life.
by Helen Miles
It started with my nagging wife.
She wants to talk, I'm late for work,
and now there's coffee on my shirt.
I rush to get to work on time, but
hear a siren and get a fine.
This day's progressing right downhill
to venture on I have no will.
But I arrive at my desk to
see a note to my regret.
Computer's down can you work late,
the final report cannot wait.
At last this day has come to end
and now I really need a friend.
As I collapse in my chair
Two brown eyes start to stare.
A titled head and a whimper
then welcome licks as if I'm dinner
This day that's left me in a fog
was rescued by my friend my dog.