Some days everything goes wrong,
From the moment you open your eyes,
Like when you run out of toothpaste,
Or adequate toilet roll supplies.
When the traffic is thick and polluting,
And you sit waiting for a red light to change,
Or you casually spill all your dinner,
On your favourite shirt, ‘Oh my days!’
At work nothing even works properly,
The photocopier is jammed and explodes,
You realise your pants are on inside out,
And the problems just pile on in loads.
You get home from work feeling tired,
And find you’ve got nothing for tea,
Maybe you also have days like this,
Or perhaps it just happens to me!