Tabasco Sauce!  

 
Tabasco sauce! Oh, what a loss:
To spill it on my desk across
The journal I’m transcribing from,
And got some on another one.
 
From “In•N•Out” I got the pack
With box of food in my bike rack.
Then cycled home ran up the steps
And back inside, my lunch to prep.
 
I can’t believe I made a mess,
This project has me under stress.
A manuscript I need to send
Before this month comes to an end.
 
I need to eat at home, yet still,
To do the work that pays the bills.
And lead a life that lets me be
An active pen in poetry.
 
I’ll strive to be exemplary,
And stay awake when having tea.
Must think ahead before I toss
The next pack of tabasco sauce!



 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019