Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Forgotten Chair

Once, when crossing my room
A twinge - of impending doom
In the dark I don’t see
What’s in front of me -
So I stop - then slowly resume.
 
Was that just a snore that I heard?
She claims that she don’t – that’s absurd
To my left is the door
Just a little bit more
But a chair got in the last word.
 
Oh what can you stub but a toe?
The pain such a long way to go
it zips up your leg
Goes around Winnipeg
And comes out of your mouth
as an OH!
 


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