Oh, What the Hell

Gracefully inept at life's perfection
gleefully disorganized and simple
who put the milk in the top freezer?
at times, I know Leprechauns live here
hiding things and stealing my coins in a
glowing and rising of the autumn sun.
I think I forgot to buy the sweet cream
good thing my favorite color is black,
since the toaster forgot to pop again;
burnt toast and tepid black tea today as
ribbon-like clouds drift off to the east.
Chickadees return to the empty feeder,
rain arrives, my umbrella misplaced.
I have five, but can't find even one.
We adapt to life with its imperfections,
oh, what the hell, might as well smile.