Sticky
Sticky hands and sticky feet
Clinging to the ceiling
she crawls on his belly like a fly
To get the last jar of marmalade
That lay bare in the open sky
Thousand of eyes watched her as
her sticky fingers grips the ceiling
and she bent her legs over the bar
and make her way to reach for the
star with moving clouds lingering by
It was a dangerous mission
that no one could understand
One that could have broken her hip
But she was determined to make history
As she climb from bar to bar and held onto
The ceiling like a star, something held her firm
And she straightens her body and walked
From the ceiling to the roof and roll three
Times in the air and her sticky hands, and sticky feet
Gave her a perfect landing on her feet
It was pristine and new and the crowd went wild.
and she broke the old record and set a new one
She climbs the height that no one could see
And she landed without a jerk or tremor on her knees
With her sticky feet fastened into the ground
She went back in time and color her mind
And the mystic of the sticky roof was the living proof
She has waited for this moment to come
When the whole world would rise to their feet and applaud her;
with sticky hands and sticky feet she made history in the streets.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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