Today,
I jarred
The
Breakfast
Tray,
Knocking
Glasses
Every
Which
Way.
Water,
Orange
Juice
And
Milk
Tipped
Over
And
Spilled
Like
Wet
Silk
Over
The
Table
Edge
And
My
Chair
While
I stood
There.
As
The
Sun
Rose
Above
The
Mountain
Top,
I was
Busy
With
The
Mop.
Some
Day,
I’m
Going
To
Run
Away.