David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com - .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

David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com

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