Wednesday, March 11, 2009 9:03 PM
flew/fell, why does it matter?
Today, I flew.
Not like a bird or like a kite.
Something like a duck, but not really, no.
I took off with a splash and landed with a splash.
Oh what a splash, was that hard concrete crash.
Sat, I did while three hurried.
They asked, they held, they wobbled me to my feet
With, "Those slippers are not made with flippers, silly."
That cry, it was not all pain.
But from gain, of life,
Of love,
Of dearest ones.
To you, today I fell.
But really, today, I flew.
. . . . .
I think grazing my right arm and hurting the right side of my bottom has nudged into action the rhyming device in the left side of my brain. This, I believe is a milestone for research on the human body. I can picture it already, 'Right arm and bottom wired to rhyming device!' - yes, it'll have to end with an exclamation mark.
Cool feature story to add to the Health section of the news, won't you say =D
minx wrote at9:03 PM
