Excellent Can't face the day without my curling iron. Poems By AnnieDawn : Oh No! by AnnieDawn When your appliances break contest entry

"I'm late for work" our Annie said. "I showered and I made my bed. I washed the hair upon my head And now I must do what I dread." Her hair is straight; she cries "No Fair!" Her sister got the curly hair Sis calmly straightens it with care. Sis hates her curls that cluster there. So with a sigh and much chagrin Ann plugs her curling iron in. And hears a sizzle deep within. It's smoking and it stinks like sin! She waits until it sparks no more Then quickly throws it out the door. She cries and sits down on the floor. Her curling iron will work no more. Her self esteem is stuck on jerk. She'll have to call in sick to work And now the coffee will not perk! Oh what a day to go berserk. Recognized Author Notes This actually happened to the author and is a true story.

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