Munday on Monday: Windshield

With paper towels and bottle-spray

The windshield now I clean today

From inside out, and outside in;

I’ve wiped and scrubbed and sprayed again.

(Ironic that before I’m through

I’ve wipe beneath the wipers, too.)

Then satisfied, I smugly beamed

For look at how my windshield gleamed!

But hours later, on the road

The setting sun now serves to goad

My pride. For look what now appears:

A sea of streaks! Of smudges! Smears!

The lesson gleaned from this is terse:

At times, a problem’s fix is worse.

Don Munday, dmunday@kcstar.com

This story was originally published May 29, 2016 at 5:00 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: Windshield."