Ba-doom.







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Pity the clumsy

Ba-doom.

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.

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