Well now I’m told it was one of those mornings
from the moment he stepped out of bed
twas one thing after another
and a day he was starting to dread
He stepped in a puddle unknowing
and wondered what it could be
until it became quite obvious
that the dog had done her pee
My own fault said the lad not yet bothered
for he’d forgotten before going to bed
The poor thing went all night in anguish
until she peed on the floor instead.
Oh but that wasn’t the end of his troubles
at the start of St. Patrick’s Day
he stamped his foot and was contrary
when the handle of the scrapper gave way.
He forgot all about St. Patrick
and not an item of green did he wear
when at work all of his students
were surprised and started to stare
Back home he went undaunted
yet perhaps in a state of shock
But it was with the luck of the Irish
that he quickly found a Shamrock!
Ah, but it’s the little things that happen every day that make me laugh.
