On Frozen Pond
So icy blue and windy too, the pub looms across the lake
One step forward three steps back, this nettlesome path forsake
So...Climbing upon the greenhouse roof, my drunken shortcut making
The glass beneath me shattering proof, of every step I'm taking
I cut my knees, I scrape my shins, my pants a ragged mess
A few more steps, I'll be across this frozen pond, I guess
A mighty crash, without a splash, the ice gives way too soon
My belt hangs up upon a nail, I dangle above the room
I wave my arms, I kick my legs
There's people under water!
and I'm not even soaking wet, except I relieved my bladder
Copyright © Rex McCoy | Year Posted 2014
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