DT (6.12.51 / England)

.7. Head Banger

Falling, falling
Help I’m calling
Broken bones
On hard stone walling

Not so good
Bright red blood
Drips from wall
Where once I stood

Need a hand
Cannot stand
Feeling sick
Not so grand

Getting manic
Start to panic
I went down
Just like Titanic

Watching clock
Now in shock
Having cracked
My head on rock

Next a shout
I pass out
Help is coming
Without doubt

Throbbing head
Woke in bed
Wishing I’d stayed
Off wall instead

© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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Comments (2)

Hope this wasn't you my friend - but told with the flair and flow of a real writing pro. From me a certain 10. fondly from Fay.
Poetry has a witty wacky way about it