Imprints in Living Color by Kristina Woodhill Well, I woke up feeling cranky And I admit, a little low As I tripped and fell on Words I’d known And heard a day ago The cartoons just aren’t funny Though I know they’re meant to be With a burning sense of fun The world now shakes hysterically And I’m blue, and I’m blue, and I’m blue In search for inspiration I crawled along the floor Banana peel slid sideways Grabbed for the cupboard door The cupboard shelf, lined with old news Might give the needed lift I knelt there reading obits Thinking they were lucky stiffs Ink black, up to my fingertips in thick, slick, smear I’d love to find some good old news To kick start this lame day Or funnies that are funny In a Rose is Rose sweet way Instead I’ll sit here moping With a Danish and a fork As I listen for the paper Like a bomb to hit my door And I think it’s going to be a really mustard yellow day 02/09/2006 Author's Note: Response to a response to cartoons published in a Danish newspaper depicting Mohammed Posted on 02/09/2006 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/09/06 at 06:43 PM This is one of the jillion reasons I love to come inside your library! Adore doesn't even begin to express my delight in this poem. I woke up this morning - and mustard've switched places with you for a sunbeam! :) :) :) fave, my jave! Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/30/06 at 08:50 PM Hi Kristina, You express it so well, I guess we all have days like that. maybe in more different colors. Cheer up, the day, hopefully will be brighter. Great write. :) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)