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The Bad Day Begins

I took a fifteen minute shower

To get all clean and bright,

But when I stepped in it

The water wasn’t right.

At first it was too hot to stand,

So I bumped it down a little.

It turned out either hot or cold,

But nowhere in the middle.

I got out and toweled off

And went to check the heater.

It may have been fine. I don’t know.

I couldn’t read the meter.

So I called up a plumber

To come down that afternoon.

He said that he would call me back.

I hope he shows up soon.

And so I had a sponge bath

That took upwards of an hour

Cause I waited for the sponge to cool

From the overheated shower.

Then I hopped into my car

Stuck in my key and turned,

When a friendly orange dash light

Said my gas had all been burned.

I sweated thirty miles

On my tandem bike, alone.

I’d have called you when I left

But I forgot my phone.

And here I am, alive and well,

Although I’m somewhat harried.

Any minute now my darling one

Will come, and we’ll get married.

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My Airport Song

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault,
But simply my fate.

I woke up at five in the morning,
A two hour drive to begin
To reach the airport at nine A.M
For a work flight at noon to Berlin.

I’d accounted for all the surprises
And left time for those that I missed.
Or so I thought ’til my Maggy arrived,
Her temperament thoroughly pissed.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault.
It was mostly my mate.

Turns out my Maggy discovered
Her darlingness wasn’t exclusive,
Though I thought I’d kept my affairs
In Germany fairly elusive.

I managed to exit by quarter to six
With a bit of my Chevy un-smashed.
At quarter past six came the sirens,
Wondering where I had been when I crashed.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault.
It was Officer Kate.

The cops pointed out my transmission,
Amazed at how far I had drug ‘er.
I’ve never known cables so durable
Or Maggy’s skill with a Louisville Slugger.

My taxi arrived at eleven,
My hope not entirely shattered.
The cops sold my car at an auction
To benefit the domestically battered.

I got to the gate
A little bit late.
It wasn’t my fault,
But I made $398.

I arrived at the gate at noon-thirty
And saw my Boeing depart.
It flew off with my job and my meeting,
But it also flew off with my heart.

So I called up my sweetheart abroad
And cancelled what our evening implied.
Then I called my Maggy, two blessed hours away
And said, “Can you give me a ride?”

I stayed at the gate
Until it was late.
Thanks for listening honey.
Would you care for a date?

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