My day poem

Today wasn't very exciting unless you count a shuttle launch scrub and a pet fish death.

I did have a reminder email about Storytime on Thursday morning, so this poem is a projection -- what I expect will happen tomorrow based on what has happened in the past when Thomas goes to Storytime.

Thursday

Tomorrow is Thursday
Storytime morning
A dozen wild children
Who should come with a warning

If the moms would help –
At least corral their child
Storytime mornings
Would be a little less wild

I’ll glare at those mothers
And shoot dirty looks
And be grateful that
I’m not reading the books