My Bum Is Still Sore. Poem by David Darbyshire

My bottum is still sore
and when I
laugh
it hurts more.
The clamps were not
so strong,
we didn't think anything could
go wrong.

Syl and I were enjoying the sun, resting
on a horizontal pole,
things were going fine
until we fell on our hole.
Those flimsy clamps
did break,
and now we know it was a
mistake.

Syl is Ok,
she laughed the whole way.
But I did cry,
I'm a proud guy.
When the spectators stopped
laughing,
my bum still hurt.
Three days later I still
feel like a jerk.