I poured my coffee and it hit the floor,
No point in cursing, I have done it before.
The cat just stared as if to say,
“Some things are spilled and must stay that way.”
The toast burned black, the laundry still remained,
I shrugged — no use in being quite so pained.
Small mischiefs pile, yet one survives,
And life continues in these quiet lives.
I’ve watched the chaos settle into place,
And learned that patience wins the smallest race.
Yet still, I find with all that I have done:
The dog got the toast and the cat ate my bun.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
I poured my coffee and it hit the floor,
No point in cursing, I have done it before.
The cat just stared as if to say,
“Some things are spilled and must stay that way.”
The toast burned black, the laundry still remained,
I shrugged — no use in being quite so pained.
Small mischiefs pile, yet one survives,
And life continues in these quiet lives.
I’ve watched the chaos settle into place,
And learned that patience wins the smallest race.
Yet still, I find with all that I have done:
The dog got the toast and the cat ate my bun.
