Hullabaloo

For a summer day’s activity
I set a stand for lemonade
In the buzzy, busy heat
Of the crowded esplanade.

But when a nice old woman
Limped over for some
I was much too excited
To know what’d come.

When she approached me
I grinned (a bit too wide)
I toppled across my stand
(It hurt) I grabbed my side.

Then I slipped on on my water
I slid stupidly on the floor
Cleaning up the mess I made
Would be much of a chore.

The irked old woman
Glared and walked away
She squashed my foot as she went
“Ow.” is all I could say. Continue reading Hullabaloo

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