When we went to the store
to buy bathroom decor
I was surprised
when my grandson was certain
that instead of the fish,
the thing that he wished
was to have Angry Birds
on the curtain.
I'm not "up" on the game,
nor know them by name,
but these unhappy
wing'd cartoon creatures
shared my outlook today,
decidedly grey,
their frowns mirrored
in my own sour features.
Poet Watkins has said
that such rhyme I should dread,
but I say, it must be cathartic,
since now I can smile
and no longer taste bile,
my mood now improved from lethargic.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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