My Day is a Mess (A Poem)

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Goodness gracious, I must confess. My day has been A bloody mess. I poured orange juice In my cereal bowl. I walked right into A telephone pole. My shoes are Caked with sticky mud. My mind is a blank Like Elmer Fudd. The toilet is overflowing. The smoke alarm is sounding. The garage door won't open. My poor head is pounding. My dad is a mess. I don't know what to do. Perhaps I should take the day off And float in a canoe.