Doom's Day

I woke to the beaming rays Of dawn's early golden light Birds flew singing across the sky Breeze whizzed past telling all is right I thought it would be a lovely day With many bonuses on my way But sad it turned to be a doom's day With misfortune in succession coming to slay As I tried to light the gas stove To make a cup of morning tea To warm up in that early hour of the day I found the cylinder completely empty I tried to plug on the electric stove But got the shock of a violent kick And in my effort to balance myself I leaned back upsetting a tumbler of milk The glass tumbler broke into pieces And the milk got strewn all over Messing the floor and the kitchen rug Making me lose all my composure I picked up the umpteen shards of glass A job I did with utmost care Again it took an hour, cleaning up the floor And washing the rug, a messy affair! I thought of taking a quick shower And in a hurry was moving barefoot When suddenly I winced in pain As a piece of glass got struck underfoot I heard the door bell ring n' ring Limping, I moved to open the door Back from his usual morning walk Was my husband, alas, his face with a scar A cyclist had knocked him down He fell sideways hitting his face By the time he got onto his feet That miscreant had vacated the space Nothing I could instantly think Other than leaning on his chest With a suppressed sob and a silent moan Recalling the morning's accursed test