Lying Down is Hard to Do

[dogriver]

While walking back to my abode,
From the store where I'd gone for to buy,
Into a trailor I strode,
But I uttered not one single cry.

My head came in contact with metal,
And my forward motion was stopped,
I staggered back, filled with regrettal,
And onto the pavement I plopped.



As my head hit the ground and stopped moving,
My PacMate just forged on and flew,
The sound of the crash wasn't soothing,
Oh just what was I supposed to do?

I lay there in utter frustration,
Hoping nothing was broken or wrecked,
But in summing up my situation,
There was nothing too wrong, I suspect.

So my butt hurts like crazy at present,
But I'm otherwise really unscathed,
And my PacMate's just fine,
Can't think of no rhyme,
But that is okay,
For I've no more to say.

Comments

[funblindsinger.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you weren't hurt bad,
for if you were, we'd all be sad. Hugs!

[samari76.livejournal.com]

Sorry about your fall,
It didn't sound fun at all,
But I'm glad that you're ok,
and you can face another day,
Sorry your Hiney hurts,
But glad your pack mate works.

[voyagerjc.livejournal.com]

Without question, my good Sir,
You are one lucky cat.
In general, the Pac Mate and the noggen,
Don't take kindly to things like that.
At least both items are in one piece,
Though of course, each one is soar.
Next time you find that trailer,
Just kick it in the door.