I awoke to go to work,
Preparing without a peep. I went to take a shower
One with nice hot water
I was startled by I found the water was cold
A shout, "Wake up!" And should be much much hotter.
I realized I was dreaming, And started to get up. I went to the TV to flip channels
Weather, Line Dancing, and Kareem.
I rubbed my eyes I eventually decided to give up
My sleepiness waning. And spend my Xmas with the A-Team
I looked out the window,
Expecting snow, alas raining. I went with my family to
The Crowe Xmas Party.
Dreams of sledding, snowball There was plenty of food
Fights and wanting to do this, And I ate quite hearty.
Were dashed to pieces by the
Reality of living in St. Louis. We then opened presents
I got a shirt and a pair of pants .
When I arrived at work, The highlight was my baby cousin
I was given a task, Who constantly tried to dance.
"Go do the F.O.S. list!", my
Manager said without thinking to ask. We left early to go to
"midnight mass"
Tons of cranky customers Where I saw many people
Doing last minute shopping. From my grade school class.
Employees tempers constantly
Rising then popping. The entire mass was full of
Mishaps, problems, and quirks.
My day at work could It seems at St. Joan,
Be compared to hell. Nothing ever works.
But if you work in retail, to
You this story I do not have to tell. When mass was over we
Talked to friends then went home.
We were so busy, I I then started to write
couldn't even go on break this messed up poem.
When I was finally allowed
To go, I stopped by Steak 'n Shake. I can't remember a X-Mas
Much weirder, hotter, or wetter.
I went home, had fries, Next Year's X-Mas will hopefully
a sandwich and a shake quite thick. Be a hell of a lot better.
This is probably the most comical one I have ever written. I was bored on Christmas Eve Night of 1996 and started writing about how bad my day was. It turned into a rather funny poem, and it is all true.