As I prepared myself for bed one night;
I took off my toboggin’
‘Twas then I heard a painful wail;
Mama had fell down on her ‘noggin’.
She stood to walk across the floor,
But went down on her leg.
Any goose would have proudly claimed,
That knot to have been it’s egg !
That knot stuck out in front of her,
She could not reach the door.
And when she turned around real fast,
It knocked me to the floor !
It first was red, and then turned black,
Blue and green, behind did lurk;
But at last all others paled,
When that big thang turned purp–le !
Her glasses dark, did hide that trophy,
When she went out the door,
‘Cause everyone would surely think,
I’d knocked her to the floor !
It’s fading now, bright colors gone,
Her eye is wider open;
And that she won’t fall no more,
Is what we all are hoping !
by Gene Breed
February 13, 1997