(For National Poetry Month I write a daily stream-of-conscious poem. Spontaneous single edit – it will be ugly! Poem #17.)

horrible porridge
ruins your day
horrible chairs
breaking away
horrible bed
hard on my head

oh to be happy
joyful with bliss
golden haired
sweet little miss

throwing a tantrum
to get her way
doesn’t give a damn
what others might say
declares “I need it now
or you get no play!”

golden haired
mad little miss
get outta my life
don’t need your hiss!

horrible porridge
ruins my day
horrible chairs
take ’em away
oh but this bed
here I might stay!