Cookies crumble,
Boy tumbles.
Crown’s broken,
Frogs croakin’.
Tin pails,
Roll down past bales,
Bales of hay,
Down into a lake that’s gray.
Girl goes running,
She’s stumbling
Tripping over her feet,
A small blonde streak.
Two stupid children bawlin’,
Big men hawlin’
These clumsy lumps
Back to the dumps.
In one bed,
They lay like lead.
Jay’s in coma,
And Chelsy stares with her eyes wide open.
Up the hill,
Like Jack and Jill.
Karma isn’t the best,
When failing that test.
