Poetry

Whipping Boy Blues (#1510)

What a long day!
Ah, it’s over. Hooray!
It started so quiet and meek,
Then it went like the rest of my workweek,
Crazy busy in a flash,
But there was no finish line for this dash,
It was one thing after another,
There wasn’t even time to take cover,
It went on and on until the whistle blew,
WHEW!
Days like this are hard to enjoy,
No one likes feeling like the whipping boy.

Any Thoughts?

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