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Suddenly frisson cold with fright...

I describe, suddenly feeling scared
and tried to summon sense and sensibility 
after scrambling to stand upright
with all my might.

Otherwise titled 
recalling taking a fall
about five years ago
ala Humpty Dumpty impersonation
(and nearly cracking me noggin),	
think the character 
in an English nursery rhyme
opened to countless interpretations,
even resorting to ask
"ChatGPT, to finish 
the Humpty Dumpty poem... Oh god..."
which complete computer generated 
Using the same prompt, here's what I got.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

In the shadows of dusk, where the darkness does creep, Lay shattered the shell, in a silence so deep. His yolk, a grim specter, did mournfully weep, As whispers of sorrow through the night air did seep.

The ravens did gather, with eyes cold as stone, As echoes of tragedy chilled to the bone. The wall, now a relic, of sins long atone, Held secrets of nightmares, forever unknown.

His fall from the heights, a descent into gloom, Left naught but despair in the heart of his tomb. The king's men retreated, consumed by their doom, For Humpty now rests in the darkened room. As told once upon time helloo
from me matt chew
most previous poem ugh goo,
viz freak accident found ninety
degree angled desk corner (ewe
might not bull heave)
rammed, impaled, fricasseed 
smack dab skew
whirred spitting out
fluid on rotisserie

preparatory for stew
right side rib cage
quite agonizing boo boo
intermittent pain analogous
to dull stabbing
finds yours truly nsync with moo
wing cow word le lion hoo
ping to schedule medical appointment
come thee morrow,
this klutz he did brew,

or maybe ghastly conspiracy
courtesy Spiro Agnew
hmm... possibly global warming
ha... puff... imagine dragon 
retracting dagger type,
claws, and opening jaws of steel
eyeing thyself as main course on menu
damning self, aye packed
especially when standing askew
(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)

struck by poison arrow unleashed
no Inca ling how 
indigenous people of Peru
found their way linkedin 
with this Yahoo,
he swiftly strayed 
outside Gulliver's travels
into good n plenti boulevard 
of broken dreams

essentially, one direction avenue
mixed within gibberish goulash stew
wing conglomeration
trumped courtesy "fake" parvenue
he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue
for aforementioned stream
of consciousness and drew
whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.
Adieu... from mister MaGoo.
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