My Worst Day

It was a day like any day A day so wondrous strange I woke up with the feeling that my life was due to change. So I put on my nicest dress And made my pretty face Strolled out the door and down the street With a girlish kind of grace. The dogs all barked as I strolled by The cats did spit and hiss The children looked and ran away Like something was amiss. It was a mystery to me The way the world was being "It flatters not," yelled I, "To look As though a ghost you're seeing!" Just then the Fair Young Gwendolyn Arrived from Camelot "Cass, you've been dead a month" she said "And you don't look so hot!" I raised my hand and smacked my brow (The maggots all were stunned) "Oh, my God! Of CORPSE!" I cried (Please note how well I punned). "I'd clean forgot my tragic death My funeral, as well But now, at last, the Truth I see This world is surely Hell!" She took my arm and slowly walked Me back into my crypt That's how my poem ends and I Sure hope you don't feel gypped!"                                               Cassandra Morrison         Copyright ©2001 Cassandra Anne Morrison