There was a young lady <br />From Frisco Bay <br />Who could never think of <br />Anything new to say. <br /> <br />She just kept repeating <br />Have a nice day, <br />Have a nice day, <br />Have a nice day. <br /> <br />I get so weary of hearing <br />That way of saying bye, bye <br />If I have to hear it once more <br />I think I shall die. <br /> <br />Why can’t you mix it up <br />And change your tune <br />You’re driving me halfway <br />Up to the moon. <br /> <br />To keep me from going <br />Completely insane <br />Try au revoir <br />Or auf Wiedershen. <br /> <br />Maybe just so long <br />Or see you later <br />Or that rhyming thing <br />About the gator. <br /> <br />Don’t even think about saying <br />Be seeing you, that’s worst <br />Because they’ll reply <br />Not if I see you first. <br /> <br />The life I’m living <br />Is very stressed <br />But it’s my right <br />To feel depressed. <br /> <br />So in the future when departing <br />I’m gonna say <br />Have a lousy day <br />Or have a bad day, <br />Or have a stinking day, <br />Or have a miserable day <br />Or have a horrible day, <br />Or maybe I’ll just say <br />Go the hell away <br />And leave me alone <br />To enjoy my pain <br />So much to lose <br />So little to gain.<br /><br />George Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-do-not-tell-me-to-have-a-nice-day/
