Climbing in behind the wheel,
A day like any other.
Racked and ready,
Primed to face the day.
Not a thought of malcontent,
Not a hint of rage.
Then from out of nowhere comes
A frightful affectation, a
Cruciferous, odoriferous,
Cankerous projection
Stepping onto senses like
A giant squashing bugs,
Quick to recognize the smell,
My mind keys the connection.
Find a curb, a patch of grass to
Dance the stench away.
Kiss my happy mood goodbye…
Another ruined day.
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A day like any other.
Everybody buckle up before
The gears engage.
Calm and steady, Racked and ready,
Primed to face the day.
Not a thought of malcontent,
Not a hint of rage.
Then from out of nowhere comes
A frightful affectation, a
Cruciferous, odoriferous,
Cankerous projection
Stepping onto senses like
A giant squashing bugs,
Quick to recognize the smell,
My mind keys the connection.
Find a curb, a patch of grass to
Dance the stench away.
Kiss my happy mood goodbye…
Another ruined day.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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