Kelly Seale (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)
'WHat's Next? '
My wife called me at work, said the fridge just died,
And I couldn’t repress a smile,
As hard as I tired.
You see, My Jeep’s got a brake leak, and there’s something wrong with the tire,
My son was playing with matches, and almost set the house on fire.
The computer crashed yet again, I dropped my wedding ring down the sink,
The trash bag broke, on the way out the door,
Spilling left-over slaw and chicken bones,
All over the floor.
The swamp-cooler isn’t cool,
There are spider’s on the wall,
There’s a hole in the pool,
And let me tell you, that’s not all.
I just cleaned up three piles,
From the dog that never barked,
I got a ticket on my windshield,
From the other day when I double parked.
There’s just so many things I have to deal with,
All jumbled up in my head, and to top it all off,
The bank account is in the red.
So that’s why I had to smile to myself when my wife called and said,
Oh, did I tell you…the refrigerator’s gone dead.
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