A Morning Most Would Rather Forget

It was one of the coldest mornings we have had so far. The wind was blowing just making it feel that much colder. I get up and leave the house before the sun rises and so had to start the car and scrape all the ice of the car windows in the dark - time consuming but then the car is toasty warm when I get back into it...Ah! But this time I sit in the drivers seat, look at the dashboard counsel and see the 'tire light' on...Wind up the flashlight...well I'll let this poem I wrote about the morning explain...

My Morning 12/06/11

Out the door in the early morn

Slip and slide down the icy stairs

Outside kitty is looking so forlorn

Amble out to the car with great care

 

Start the engine, turn on the heat

Mittens on to keep hands cozy

Scrape the ice left by the sleet

Settle in, tire pressure light, opsy daisy!

 

Wound the flashlight up to see

That the front tire is very flat

Oh no! Disbelieve, ‘how can this be?’

Back to the house past the sad cat

 

E-mail work – ‘going to be late’

Pass the time until daylight

Wind makes outside a miserable state

Air the tire – at Firestone things made right

Tic ‘2011 

So instead of forgetting this morning, I have immortalized it into poetry