by Jack Prelutsky
Today was not my day at all,
today was not my day,
for everything went wrong today
in almost every way.
This morning I was menaced
by a troop of marching ants,
I brushed my teeth with shaving cream,
I split my brand new pants.
I smashed my only glasses,
and the key snapped in the lock,
the toaster didn't toast the toast,
then handed me a shock.
I walked into a door knob,
something squirmed inside my shoe,
I found an ugly beetle
at the bottom of my stew.
A bird I didn't recognize
flew down and pecked my nose,
a chimpanzee on roller skates
sped by and squashed my toes.
I wonder if I'm under
some unlucky sort of curse,
today's the twelfth, and Thursday ---
tomorrow may be worse.
from It's Raining Pigs & Noodles: poems by Jack Prelutsky
Illustrated by James Stevenson
Greenwillow, 2000
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