"Clumsy Me"
by Summer Cheng
Clumsy me,
I get out of bed,
and bump my knee,
on the side,
no matter how much,
I try to hide it,
I am a bit,
of an accident prone,
person.
Clumsy me,
I get dressed,
and bump my elbow,
on the drawer,
to my dresser,
as I brush my hair,
I bump my ear on the door,
so there,
all you who stare:
I am very clumsy indeed.
Clumsy me,
I go for a walk,
and my back aches,
I ride my scooter,
and I have to duck under a tree,
otherwise I come crashing off,
onto the ground,
rather anyone else is around,
or not.
Clumsy me,
I go to sit in my chair,
I bump into the sewing table,
along the way,
what more can I say?
Today, I hope it will be different,
for once,
I would like to be able,
to breathe,
to walk,
to talk,
and to eat,
without getting hurt,
or falling in the dirt.
Clumsy me,
Why am I such a clutz?
I truly am a mess,
above the rest,
as I try to relax,
without stubbing my toe,
as you well know,
is a rare thing,
as I am the type to get hurt,
just out on a walk,
on my on or with the dog,
as she is huge,
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