That Bad Day

I woke up Friday morning
to see that my shoe was missing,
parents kissing,
brothers hissing,
and me reminiscing,
why, oh yes today is Friday the 13th

Im not superstitious
todays like any other day
ate that cheese souffle,
which i must say
i made a "stinky"as the say
i didnt mean to let it out
embarrassing to think about

Oh no did i forget
my clarinet?
well no sweat!
my teacher wont comment

But oh was i wrong
before long
my teacher was screaming at me
i guarantee
you wont see me..
at recess

This day is not over
oh no no no
i slipped
fell in a puddle
got all wet
a cigarette
in my pocket?!
how did this get here?
oh just forget it!

This day is horrible
oh look! that dogs adorable
oh whoops off topic
aha. got nothing to rhyme with topic

So now i end my poem
of this bad day
and let me tell you
i am officially
superstitious.