Wake up to the day
checking my clock
and oh my goodness
almost died of shock!
Slept in too darned late
right past the news,
skipping my shower
I head straight for my shoes.
Driving my car
eating a peach
looking in my mirror
I let out a screech!
Oh how I long
for a day at the beach.
Get out of my car
assessing the dent
I just acquired
while paying my rent.
Swap numbers and papers
checking content
I swear that this day
is here to torment.
Go to insurance
and give them my speech,
then sit and I listen
to all that they preach.
Oh how I long
for a day at the beach.
Head down to the store
pick up food and some bleach,
grab scratch and some lotto,
a couple of each,
checking my numbers
and always just out of reach
is my long, long awaited
day at the beach.
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