Grease Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Oily
Not too handy
On the souls of your shoes.
Especially when walking far.
Don't slip.

Don't slip
That would hurt you.
You might even break bones.
Then you would have to wear a cast.
That's bad.

That's bad,
If you do fall
Call emergency help.
They should be there within minutes.
That's fast.

That's fast
Medical help.
When they arrive for you
Tell them you fell because shoes were
Oily.

A Cinquain Chain Form Poem