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!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2020
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