Out of sight
You’re clearly still dizzy
from spinning around,
from constantly stumbling
and hitting the ground.
You’ve slipped on the carpet,
bumped into the chairs
collided with pillars
and tripped down the stairs.
You’ve toppled the urn
that was next to the door.
There are slivers of china
all over the floor.
You’ve booted the table,
knocked books off the shelf.
Consider the trouble
you’re causing yourself.
This game’s a disaster,
so may I advise
you take off the blindfold…
and open your eyes!
Jenny Erlanger
A lovely fun poem. It actually sounded like my cats!
Pacey and fun. Thanks, Jenny.
what a goodun!!!
A wonderful poem. Great imagery and great fun.