The theme for the poem-of-the-day today is Panic. I wrestled with it all day. Finally this is what resulted.
We all know this person, don’t we?
Oh no, please, I’m not absurd,
I know you won’t believe a word
I swear the world is falling down
around our heads, I’ve ripped my gown,
but don’t panic, don’t you fret,
my tortured needs will soon be met.
What I put up with, you won’t believe
how much I bear, oh please don’t grieve
to hear the trials of my life
I so despise dramatic strife,
but I’ll bear with it, this I vow,
I know I’ll last if saints allow
If only you could feel the pain
I suffer, it is such a drain.
But don’t be sorry for me, please,
forgive my aching back and knees,
they’re so painful, I must go
and life’s so hectic, don’t you know,
so, see you soon, must say adieu,
next time we’ll talk all about you.