Bad Timing


Bad Timing

On my birthday in July, my true love gave to me
a coupon for a ski trip and a real live Christmas tree.
Chocolates when I’m dieting, sad songs when I am gloomy.
A grand piano, though my new apartment’s not too roomy.
The week that “Save the Animals” appointed me their chair,
he bought me a new winter coat of lynx and llama hair.

He brings home ice cream in the cold, hot cocoa in the summer.
When I broke my tooth, the peanut brittle was a bummer.
Though his gifts are generous, my thanks are often mimed,
for I’m speechless over just how badly all of them are timed!
The reason why we are not wed is so hard to relate.
I had the cake, the rings, the gown. We set the time and date.

The groom showed up and waited as I walked down the aisle.
My wedding dress was finest lace, my undergarments lisle.
I’d planned each detail out with care and left no stone unturned.
Just one detail  left to him–you’d think I would have learned!
For when I went to say “I do” to this  man I adore,
they found our wedding license had lapsed two weeks before!

The Prompt––10,000 Spoons  Tell your own verse, stanza, or story of a badly-timed annoyance.


13 thoughts on “Bad Timing

  1. barbwit

    I’d rather receive the right thing at the wrong time, than the wrong thing at the right time. So don’t worry about missing my birthday, any other time will do. It’s the thought that counts.


      1. barbwit

        My dear Judy, I had at least three large parties this year (my 80th) – the first in April when the rest of the Costa Rican tour sang to me and gave me a signed card; then 20+ family members celebrated with me in July as the kids were off school; and finally friends and neighbors on the ‘real’ date (Sept 11) spent most of the day here, eating and talking into the warm evening under the wisteria arbor. What a lucky lady.


        1. lifelessons Post author

          As we get older, we can string these birthdays out for weeks, but you win the prize–6 months!!! Ha. Now that you have identified yourself as a lady (i.e. “lucky lady”) I can ask you what the stan watkins stands for? I thought you were a woman named Barb. Then saw the Stan Watkins and decided you were a man and that the barbwit stood for barbed wit. Now I discover you are in fact a lady! Can you see why I have gender confusion? Ha.

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