Fatigued, and she won’t let her eyelids droop
Unplanned party, her worst nightmare comes true
Dreams of chaos, mess played on a loop
A stocked, color-coded pantry, her cue
Tremors of a surprise party, she snoops
Gasps, frets at the menu, she has no clue
Mismatched coasters, cutlery take a toll
Faints as her world spiraled out of control
This form of poetry is known as Ottava Rima.
This poem was first published on www.penmancy.com. The link is here.
