Me on problem 1 of poetry.
today was just the very worst,
i should have known it from the first;
i tossed and turned and had bad dreams,
then couldn't find my favorite jeans;
i left my homework on my floor,
then banged my knee on my front door;
i had to ride the smelly bus;
oh, stop, you'll say—what's all the fuss?
but here's the cause of my dismay:
this all took place on my birthday.
1.
you would most likely find this poem in a book entitled
celebrate! how to throw a birthday party
dark horizons: scary poems for scary times
the history of birthdays in south america
tough times: poems for when you feel blue