Open Manhole
An easy- go-lucky man passed by an open manhole
And thought of putting back the lid after his dance at the hall
He partied all night long 'til hardly drunk before dawn
Passing by the same manhole... swooped deep down.
An ambulance siren was heard before sunrise
Paramedics pulled up his body twice then thrice
His mom came running to hug his injured body
Mom, I didn’t wash dishes then cover a manhole. Sorry.
“Mom, please help me. I’m in great pain,” he added
I think, I’ve broken my arms, leg then cracked my head
“You procrastinate things always my son, Lee Thor.”
Suffer the consequences. Res ipsa loguitur!
Jan. 16,2022 2.21pm
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