Early this morning I rose from bed
Didn't run, but did this instead
Made hearts out of waffels, paper and grapes
For Hubs and fam, as they slept in late
I'll get a run in, in the evening I suppose
But before that I'll need to run through Trader Joe's
This poem isn't going quite the way I'd like
Kids keep whining and picking fights
what the heck happened to my poetry knack
My poetry mojo is under attack
See! Terrible! Keeps getting worse!
This whole thing is crap, every single verse.
This poem is over, I'm giving up
I'm sure you loved it, if you like things that suck
Roses are red, violets are blue
I hope when I run, I don't step in dog doo.
I challenge you to to add to this poem. Let's see whatcha got.