A Shark In My Soup

It's not a good day, I'll have to regroup, I feel like I have, a shark in my soup. It's one of those days, when everything's wrong, a lion has roared, and ruined my song. I went for a walk, and tore my new suit, I might as well have, a snake in my boot. And later at work, It wasn't by chance, I felt like there were, red ants in my pants! And this afternoon, when back at my chair, I felt a baboon, was recently there. My pencils were spilt, my papers misplaced, I'd guess that a bull, my office disgraced. It doesn't end there, there's more to this tale, my boss was as mad as a kill-er whale! It wasn't my fault, it's just a bad funk, like I could have had, a skunk in my trunk. So now I am home, an ache in my head, I feel like I'll find, a wolf in my bed. But I'll pay no mind, I'm skipping the soup, I'll send the baboon, right back to his troupe. The bull and the ants, can both take a walk, regarding my boss; we'll just have to talk. I'm taking a break, I'm ending my day, tomorrow I'll find, a different way. . . . Poem Info: 1. Written: 12.25.18 2. Written for the "Shark In The Soup" poetry contest on PoetrySoup.com sponsored by Anthony Slausin.