Last night upon the basement stairs
a nail that caught me unawares
took hold of my poor little sock
and caused my balance then to rock
Of course I fell, a mighty thump,
and then down seven stairs did bump
and bump and bump and bump and bump
And bump twice more and land once, WHUMP.
My legs somehow tucked under me
I rode myself downstairs, you see.
I bruised my thigh and jammed a toe,
received small scrapes while on the go.
I’m glad to say I kept my head
It didn’t hit the wall, my dread
because the stairs end suddenly.
God bless my center of gravity.
I woke up stiff and tired and old
and knew this story must be told,
although it pains me, for you see
the sock was hand-knit, and by me.