Sunday, March 11, 2007

Tiny, Miny Me

Big, Tall Me
Sitting In My Tree.
Chewing A Twig,
Feeling So Big.
Then The Branch Snaps,
And I Collapse.
Down I Fall,
And Manage To Crawl.
A Man Comes Running,
Calls The Police, Hurrying.
Tiny, Miny Me,
In The Hospital, See?
Don't Feel So Big Anymore--
What If That Man Hadn't Picked Me Off The Floor?

7 comments:

Kai said...

that's so cute....
:-]

Margie said...

Thanks so much for your visit to my blog....so glad you got to see my sweet puppy Jake!
I gave him a hug from you as you wanted!
Love youe blog...and this poem!

Please come visit me again, and I shall be sure to visit you as well!

Inconsequential said...

What If That Man Hadn't Picked Me Off The Floor
Then you'd have to write some more
Of how far and where you crawl
After your fall
And the things you see
Further from that tree...

Inconsequential said...

sorry...liked it so much...couldn't resist.
Simple charming rhymes are cool :)

miss magic said...

Kai: thanks. :D
margie: i luv that sweet, adorable puppy!! & thankee.
inconsequential: haha! my actual plan was to make the girl die, but now that I think of it, why not continue her journey??? (with lots of painful expressions, of course) tee hee.

Inconsequential said...

broken arms and cracked ribs, all the better for crawling on :)

a.Kai said...

You added me to your blog kingdom - How Sweet! Thank you. What if that man hadn't picked me off the floor - but the beauty is, there is always that man or that person who just happens to be there to save us from ourselves!!