Ode For A Disaster

O spilt milk,poor forgotten cliche

spreading across the floor

all fuming

angry at your owner,

who shed no tears for you

why become foul and spoiled?

truly yours is

an understandable dilemma

from a cabinet of many shards

that was not the first glass to break

but I am spongy soaking

meet me and be relieved

I will suffer through disasters

you will not be left on linoleum

I am spongy soaking

yellow and green is here to stay.