Clumsy Me…
Through the curtains
The Sun’s harsh glare
A little girl open her eyes
Woke up she did, in dismay
Moving her arms,
A numb pain felt
Large was the blue-black
On her shoulder
Quenching her thirst
She grabbed a carton
The lid went ‘pop’
Milk spray all over
Turning her head
A cheek met the door
Slamming it hard
A miserable blush
Drinking some milk
Steam fogged her glasses
Her tongue now scalded
Lay wrinkled and parched
Taking a shower
She held the shower tap
With soap in her eyes
She cut her hand
Coming back home
She took off her shoes
Her bare ankles
Were bloody and bruised
‘Oh clumsy me…’
All she could say
Those very words
Perfect in every way
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