Busted Basket
A tisket, a tasket
I fell on my basket
My dress flew up
My bloomers fell down
And I almost blew a gasket
One egg was still raw and quite wet
A gag pulled by Cheryl, I'll bet
My face covered with yolk
Not much of a joke
But I'll pay back my little sister yet
Getting up was a bit of a chore
I kept sliding around on the floor
My legs went in different directions
Despite my resounding objections
I'd never felt this silly before
I crawled around awhile on all fours
Trying to pull up my drawers
Picking up the spilled stuff to save
The sweets I was starting to crave
I'd already eaten two S'mores
I got over feeling irate
And for supper, cleaned up my plate
I ate about half of the treats
And felt very proud of my feats
After all, I'm watching my weight
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
April 3, 2006
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