I was praying this was one of my smaller mistakes. Aah!

Like a worm, I stood as she went “blah, blah, blah, blah.”

Like King Kong on a rampage, tearing into me

With line “you don’t have to be a rocket (you see)

scientist.” Her self righteous kick got me right in

The stomach. I mean I was having breakfast. Sin.

I was tossing in sleep and my insides burning.

She came in with this nouveau fanny pack. Ding. Ding.

She asked tersely “where’s your old one?” Between bites said.

“In my room.” She vanished and into my room fled.

She came back stuffing odds and ends into new bag.

Like a pirate on crusade, she scavenged Red flag.

Eyes bulged as she modeled creation and then bing.

I said “not right now. Let me just finish eating”

Mount Etna erupted spewing hot lava then.

Like vacuum in reverse, all my stuff made pig pen.