Skewed Priorities
I raced down the stairs and went on my way,
balancing dishes, numbering trey:
A charcuterie board with neatly sliced ham,
some dainty crackers and strawberry jam -
and delectable cookies on a tray.
Should I have brought something else instead?
I didn't want to appear ill-bred.
I tripped as I thought,
but balanced to save what I bought,
and broke an arm, a leg, and my head.
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