The Bunny Goes Through The Hole Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Walking with my chin up,
just as mother told me,
sometimes I will trip.
My shoes are never tied,
so really it's inevitable.
My laces always lag behind me,
fraying all the faster.
What if I told you I didn't know how to tie my shoes?
My mother wasn't very good at teaching those things.
The bunny goes through the
no, the ears and a tail
Everytime I trip,
the outcome just get's worse.
Cuts on my leg,
pills trickling down my throat.
How could I not gag?
Sometimes when I trip,
I fall pretty hard.
Leading to the edge of the bridge,
I'll stand there for hours,
waiting to let go.
So who will teach me,
to tie my shoes?