'The Fall'

'The Fall.'

More nonsense

        by

Craig Thomson

 

A feeling of despair,

a confident stride broken,             

Stumbling forwards, eyes and mouth wide open.

A gasp, a crash, my shopping scatters,             

the butter, the potatoes, no longer matter.                 

A barage of expletives, 

words I've seldom spoken,                                  

Spout forth as the eggs and the jam lie broken.                    

Finally. Ahhh!  I groan and sigh,

as a cabbage and a Paris bun roll by.           

The inevitable thud, the crippling sound

of flesh and bone on solid ground.            

Then, looking up through pain filled eyes, 

behold a gentle voice enquires:          

"Are you all right down there my dear?"...

"Of course I'm not," I reply.

"I've fallen on my arse!"