When I woke up this morning,
I couldn't find my happy trousers so
I had to put on my grumpy pants instead.
I didn't want to put them on,
They're scratchy and itchy
And make me cranky.
When I got to my desk,
The first that happened is I was attacked,
Mercilessly and ruthlessly, by work.
It didn't let up until I finished it off
With a couple of phones calls,
And judicious use of a red pen.
However, my pants were still grumpy
as was my grumbling stomach.
My morning coffee wouldn't let up
And I had an altercation
With a phone call
That had some severe hang-ups.
But then I thought of you,
As I'd left you,
Lying on your pilates mat,
Legs scrunched up and arms stretched out.
Suddenly, my pants felt better
If a little tighter.