Expressive: Minor Explosion

Oh my,
What a mood!
I’d like to fly
Right out of here!

But instead,
I’ve got to shop!
But irritation exploded
When I found the Farmer’s Market closed

And why?
St Patrick’s day festivities
Had taken over
The place!

‘Blast this useless festival,’
I fumed silently,
Stomping down the street
In a daze,

‘Now, I’ll have to go elsewhere
And may have to go without,
Or visit multiple stores
Or lug a very heavy load.’

But forward I pushed on
And got the job done,
Only to get home and remember,
‘Oh drat, my blog!’

And so, here I am,
Rapidly relating this stormy episode
But all went well
In the end

And no one suffered
From this temper tempest;
I rolled through the aisles amiably,
And stood in line in proper order.