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Oh No! Oh No! It's Off To Work I Go
by Charles E Minshall
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Pushed rudely out
Of a nice warm bed,
Cold footprints on the back
In bright, bright red.
Double skid marks
Accross the floor,
Ten finger nail scratches
On the door.
Two deep furrows
Accross the lawn,
For crying out loud,
It's barely dawn.
Stuffed in the car, engine started
And put in gear,
I can't believe
I called you Dear.
Okay! Okay!
To work I'll go.
Against my wishes,
I guess you know.
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10/15/2001 Posted on 10/15/2001
Copyright © 2024 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/12/03 at 02:39 PM Thats how I feel in the morning.. you've captured it well! |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/07/03 at 04:51 PM haha, that's great, atmosphere of my mornings exactly |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/10/03 at 01:19 AM LOL!!! Someone has to bring home the bacon! Very funny satire on having to make a livelihood. |
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