If I thought it was red it was really black
If I thought it was green
It was yellow
If I was looking for something
I forgot what it was
I think my brain is turning into Jell-O
When I got up
I just knew it was going to be
One of THOSE kind of days
I put on the coffee
But put no coffee in the pot
I stood there in a haze
Everything I picked up
I promptly dropped it again
The sugar bowl, a jar of jam
What a mess to clean up
Mopped the floor three times
Then the cabinet doors I started to slam
I'm not a happy camper that's for sure
Nobody should have a day like this
I was afraid to move to the left or right
A day not to make important decisions
I needed to escape some way, somehow
Get away from this woeful plight
Oh, what a day
Nothing is going as it should
Aren't these the kind of days you dread?
So, my dear friend
How are YOU doing?
As for ME?????
I think I'LL just go back to bed!!
:-)
