Skip-It
Ella was an old woman
Who wanted to learn to skip
She held tightly to the rope
So she would not lose her grip
Tossing the rope over her head
That's when everything went awry
Her face went extremely red
As the rope hit her in the eye
This did not defeat her
She was determined to win
Until the rope lassoed a vase
That made an enormous din
Ella put the rope on the ground
So she could pick up the mess
This skipping lark was tiring her
This she must confess
Ella tried again
She wanted badly to skip
It would help her to lose weight
Feel healthier and fit
She was a little overweight
And wanted to be trim
So she would look her best
For a holiday with husband, Jim
Ella picked up the rope
She was beginning to despise
Weary and exhausted
With red and watery eyes
She was growing very pale
Her persistence brought no gain
Gripping the dreaded skipping rope
She persevered again
Her legs got twisted in the rope
It burst a varicose vein
The pain was excruciating
It nearly drove Ella insane
Then she overbalanced
And split her swollen lips
Hit her head as she fell down
And fractured both her hips
The last that was heard of Ella
She was in a Hospital bed
With not thought of skipping
Happy knitting instead!
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