My alarm rang And I woke up mad. I tried to unwind the clock; Alas! It stopped. I got up from my bed And, into two, it broke. I stood up and sighed; I called it bad luck’s stroke. I walked to the nearest store; “Out of bread,” the old man told. To the next store, I walked a mile; Shut was the door; “closed” said the sign. I walked farther And my heels broke off. I called out for a cab, “No,” he said with a scoff. I came back home Only to realize That I lost the keys, The spare remained inside. And I cried all day Till the fall of the dusk; I heaved a sigh And called it just my luck.
Welcome to Paraferno - this is the story of a lackadaisically frantic and whimsical dame on an oneiric infernal paradise ;-)