My sudden downfall
I went out to fill the birdbath
I slipped on some muck on the path.
I fell backwards so fast
I flew through my past.
And lay twisted between anguish and wrath.
I had a new phone in my bra.
Is that not what bras are made for?
But the handset had a fault,
So I cried “come here,Walt”
Though my husband is, in fact, called Rob Roy!
My left leg was twisted beneath,
I lay soaking wet by the trees.
I was alone in the house,
As my dear spouse
Was at the doc’s with his wheeze.
I managed to get onto my feet.
I guess I looked very downbeat.
I got into our home,
My bum covered with loam.
I felt definitely unneat.
Now I’m in fairly bad pain.
I can’t go outside there again.
Still it could have been worse,
As i said to the nurse.
It’s these earthworms that should take the blame.
I found sleeping last night was not easy.
The delayed shock made me feel queasy.
So I was reading Sylvia Plath,
Instead of having a bath.
That made me feel even more cheesey.
Oh,I wish I’d not gone outside.
I could have lain there all night ,and then died.
But my husband came home
And he cursed my new phone,
Then he ate up all the cat’s food deep fried.