Living Irony

I passed a small sign,
Too fast to give time;
As I walked up the library stairs.
In such a great hurry,
My goal so surely;
To get the most comfortable chairs.

Books stacked so high,
Scarf ‘round so tight.
My stilettos could no longer hold.
I heard the crack,
And my arms flew back;
As down the stairs I rolled.

As I lay in a heap,
At some poor man’s feet;
I caught sight of that sign and rose.
To my stunned surprise,
I read with mine eyes:
“Sorry, the library is closed”

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A one-time, no brainer, “make someone giggle” type piece. I actually wrote this in about 3 minutes while sitting on the toilet. So disregard the simplicity and childish form.

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comedy, ironic, poem

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