Pity me, For I did not notice, And crashed outside the door.
I was shook, As my book, And my specs, (And the rest) Went tumbling to the floor.
There was a ledge, A step, A curb, A rise I did not see. And my nose was bloodied, And clothes were muddied, So I beg you, pity me.
I think perhaps, I should have been warned, (Who could ask for more?) But lacking a sign, The pain was all mine, And my knees were ever so sore.
I broke my lenses, And crumpled my book, It's spine, And mine, Bent to break.
But when complaining to onlookers, (Those narrow-minded non-bookers!) Apparently, it was my mistake. So I cursed them in spite, And stomped with all my might...
And it was too late to stop - It was only the top, And I tumbled in fright, From not one step, No... There was a whole flight.