something different

Today, a poem!

I should just go ahead and apologize now, as I'm not versed in writing poems. (See what I did there! Okay, I apologize for that too.)

And now, without further ado--not to be confused with adieu or a doo (eww!), here's my bloody poem:

Paper grocery bag handle breaks, 
Slides out of hand, 
Slams to garage concrete floor. 

Clinking sound of glass seems okay at first, but…
On the way to house, 
Merlot red oozes from fatal wound, 
Soaks paper bag and groceries, 
Flows onto walkway… 
Gah!
And garbage bin is still down by the road 
Where it was put out for this morning's pick-up. 

Now, on pavement, 
Stain of wasted grapes serves as gruesome reminder:
Bring those bloody reusable bags to the bloody grocery store.