I drive my car out there, something sounds odd to my ear. I stop to check the rare, a tire so flat, oh, my heavens, my dear. My help is sleeping in peace so I might as well just leave. Exact fare for one ride I prepare, to the bus stop I veer. The bus driver is nice, he shows me where money goes as it disappears, I look through his fare box, so that is how it works, boy, how weird. The lunch crowed is now out on the street. I bump into a friend who's popularity could never peek. Good thing I am walking today, or her hugs would never come to me. Must walk fast before my pass does pass. Is that Top Pot I see or I dream? Despite my desire for sweets, I hurry, there is no time to eat. A bargain for watercolor is something I seek. Walking into a bookstore, I think, there will be nothing here cheap enough for me. But I eat my words when I see a box with colors of plenty, for even less than a fancy coffee drink. All these luck in one day, from one nail being stuck in my tread.
poem, choose to have a nice day