hopefully ever. i hate writing it.

“Routine Interrupted”

Every day the routine is the same
Get up go to the bathroom
Turn on shower unclog drain

Little did i expect you to be there
Little guy nestled in the bottom
Among the wad of hair

Just before i reached in
You crawled out of the hole
Your hiding place had been

'What am I to do,' I thought
Still groggy from my slumber
I was overwrought

Then with the shower hose
I tired to drown you
But you avoided all the blows

'Calm yourself,' I said
To myself, 'Do I
Really want it dead?'

I went and got a drinking cup
And some stiff paper trapped
You between and picked you up

Taking you outside
I released you to the grass
To where ever you could hide

And now that you are in the wild
Guess what I saw this morning
It must have been your child.

excuse the horrible rhythm. the first two stanzas rhymed accidentally so i just formatted the rest the same way disregarding rhythm.

thank you for your insightful comments. i will keep them in mind in the future.