A Poem About The Perils Of An Early Start And A Clumsy Disposition

This morning
Without warning
I fell over while I was yawning

It was quite a trip
Perhaps more of a slip
And I hurt my hip

I hadn’t yet switched on my brain
And now I’m in some pain
Though I’m not one to complain

But no bones are broken
And now that I’ve awoken
The accident will go unspoken

Yes I know I mustn’t grumble
About my little tumble
And onwards I must bumble

I’ll avoid exercise that is aerobic
But otherwise be quite stoic
(Possibly heroic?)

And so despite my woe
I’ll put on a good show
And off to work I’ll go