Drat! Poem by Claire Hastie

Drat, there goes the postman again
I keep missing him every morning
My sweetheart promised to write by pen
Now I stand here at the door yawning.

Drat, I missed the phone call again
I always trip and hit my head
My sweetheart promised to call at ten
Now I lie here in a hospital bed.

Drat, there goes the doorbell chime
I always seem to be in the bath
My sweetheart promised to arrive on time
Now I am ignoring him and having the last laugh!



(this poem is being published in a poets showcase book called 'Whispers On The Breeze')