Penny was a Ms. Grumpy Gills this morning (Latte Boy has off, apparently). So, she wrote this (and it took her most of the day).
“Vanilla-elle” for Latte Boy
It’s morning again, and so I stumble
out of bed in the pre-dawn haze.
I’ve lost myself but I fumble
Through a quick toilette before I tumble
outside in the rush hour craze.
Morning, sigh. Again I stumble
With a grab-and-go breakfast that crumbles.
FM reports traffic delays.
To reroute myself, I fumble
With the radio as static mumbles.
Accidents, they aren’t just a phase.
Morning – again – I stumble.
F*&%!! tourists, we veterans grumble,
You aren’t dancing the polonaise.
No thanks to your self, I must fumble –
To Starbucks! Line’s all a’jumble…
Then Latte Boy returns my gaze.
‘Morning, he smiles. I stumble.
As for my cash, I must fumble.
(For an honest-to-goddess, awesome villanelle, click here.)