Poetry

A Failed Attempt (#1841)

You might be wondering why I hirple,
Or why my foot is swollen and purple,
Frankly, I tried to give 2020 the boot,
And ended up saying worse than “shoot”,
I tried to politely ask 2020 to leave,
It gave me the finger would you believe,
I attempted being firm and raised my voice,
It laughed at me as if it had a choice,
I resorted to trying to shove it out the door,
But dang it, it remained planted on the floor,
That’s when I got frustrated and gave it a kick,
That darn year felt like it was made of brick!
This round at least, 2020 won the day,
But someday soon, 2020 has to go away,

Any Thoughts?

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