The Disaster
Now this is a story, completely true,
I hope the same never happens to you,
It about a girl I thought was cool,
But I did something that made me look the fool
I walked by the shop and saw the ad,
And thought “a paper round wouldn’t be so bad!”
I went in the shop and applied for the job,
I wanted to stop being a worthless slob!
I was soon working, it wasn’t great,
Pouring rain, heavy bags – ALWAYS late,
I got in the shop and was covered in mud,
But the round had just gotten good!
There was a girl packing her round,
I grinned, walked over and muttered “sound”
She was pretty, and had dark hair,
But she wouldn’t like me...life’s so unfair,
I invested in a pair of roller skates,
To decrease my high number of lates,
It worked quite well; I was always on time,
But my skating skills weren’t exactly sublime,
Then came that day, in pouring rain,
I had finished my round once again,
I was on Kings Lane, when I slipped and fell,
I rolled over twice, and mumbled “oh, well!”
I stood up and saw the girl,
I was so embarrassed, I wanted to hurl!
She asked me if I was OK,
This had ruined what was otherwise quite a good day
Copyright © Graeme Daulby | Year Posted 2008
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