My Dog Didn't Eat It

My Dog Didn't Eat It

I was given so much time

to finish up these rhymes,

but I waited till the night before,

and now I am screwed for sure.

But it's not really my defect

that I didn't finish this project.

My red and abandoned fish, Fred, died

when my brother threw him outside.

My clothes got wet,

so I got an idea set.

I caused a fire to go by

when I threw them in the microwave to dry.

My hair was a flowing, shiny river streaming

down my shoulders, before I began thunderingly screaming

when it instantly mutated into a massive frizz ball

in the stickiest, most humid morning of all!

In a rainy afternoon, I went out to the patio

to munch on some crispy, green pistachios.

On a spur of a moment, I was blinded when lightening struck!

I would be paralyzed in a coma, if I had not ducked.

Every time I started to work,

I felt my phone staring at me like a jerk.

You ought to believe me!

This project is bad luck…please agree.

I'm working on it at this minute.

Something will surely happen to it.

Wait a second! What is this?

A poem of my excuses to end my crisis!