Pat Adams Poet Rhyme

The Monkey Bars

We played on the monkey bars
Risking our fate on a dare
Swinging, jumping bar to bar
Flying through the air

As each of us would land unscathed
More would give it their best try
So much fun for everyone
Set against that warm blue sky

But then little Bobby Johnson
Fell short with his best hop
He hit the ground hard with a thud
Then was heard a most loud pop!

The blood and bone apparent
Was such a ghastly sight,
It was burned into our brains
And kept us up all night

I decided not to quit the fun
Bobby was frail after all
Confident I'd catch myself
Perchance I was to fall

Of course that chance would happen
When Karma I would cross
I thought that it would never heal,
And now frail Bobby is my boss!

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Jan Allison November 6, 2020 at 3:45 PM that truly is karma Pat!:-) hugs jan xx

Kim Rodrigues October 16, 2020 at 4:47 AM Monkeying around, eh! Loved it all! A joy to read! Pat Adams October 22, 2020 at 1:37 PM Thank you Kim, that's good to know! Actually, I'm somewhat known for monkeying around, but I won't get into that here! Besides that, I'm sure you probably figured it!....80)

Panagiota Romios October 7, 2020 at 5:25 PM Brings back memories, Pat, Falling goes along with being a kid. Casualties did happen. Newsom has halted much play here in CA. I think he would have made a great nun in a long black dress with a matching black mask Holy Mary! )) Pangie xx Pat Adams October 8, 2020 at 11:27 AM Yeah well, you know how it is, when we are young we are going to live forever, slowly is dampened by such instances!...........Thanks for commenting Pangie!....pat

Michelle Faulkner September 13, 2020 at 8:13 PM Kids always think they're invincible, until they scrape their knee or bite their lip! Glad to see another Pat Adams classic today! Pat Adams September 21, 2020 at 5:45 AM Sorry I was so long to reply Michelle. I have been having trouble getting on the site. I'm always glad to hear from you and appreciate your comments. Have a good one and be safe!.....pat

Lindsay Laurie September 5, 2020 at 5:10 PM G'day Pat ... remember them well. Seems like poetic justice strikes again. Brought back a few playground memories - thank you Pat - Lindsay Pat Adams September 6, 2020 at 5:15 AM I go far enough back that not only do I remember no seat belts in cars but we would stand up in the back seat a lot. I guess some of us were lucky to even survive!......Later Lindsay!.......pat

Ilene Bauer September 3, 2020 at 9:09 AM ha! many playgrounds today don't even have monkey bars for safety reasons. i didn't grow up with them, but remember being a nervous wreck as my kids climbed to the top. great poem, pat! Pat Adams September 6, 2020 at 5:12 AM I saw a few take some pretty nasty falls off of swings as well. If they even have a playground now, I guess they probably have to wear a Hazmat suit or something. Have a good one Ilene!.....pat

Kim Rodrigues September 2, 2020 at 8:10 PM Oh that is karma indeed! Pat Adams September 6, 2020 at 5:16 AM Usually comes back on me almost immediately!.....Have a good one Kim!!!...pat