Oh how the day was long and hard
Just now had I time to reflect
As I returned inside my home
Away from those autumn breezes
I dropped my bag beside my desk
and went to the nearby closet
I pulled on my jacket's zipper
Only to have it jam and stop
Getting hotter, already tired
I threw a fit on my zipper
Grumbling my full contempt
Under my breath to no one else
I moved it up, I moved it down
Never the less it moved no more
Than past an inch down from the top
Leaving me jailed, in my jacket
I stared at my zipper, still stuck
But the rage was easing away
I stared and stared and stared some more
Until with my two hands I reached
To the bottom of my jacket
And pulled it off over my head
Oh what a fuss over nothing
