I ran downstairs and tripped on the carpet,
went tumbling down the rest,
20 steps later I stopped and regret,
the theory of my gravity test.
In my underwear, I wasnt even dressed,
my legs ended up round the wrong way,
I had to scream for help I confess,
and hoped it came today.
I waited a while in pain and quite sore,
but no-one heard my cries,
I crawled through the dog flap on the door,
as it began to rain outside.
I crawled through dog siht and mud to get to my car,
searching madly for my keys,
then I realised I wouldn't get far,
because there upstairs in my jeans!
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This is good, really funny, slapstick at its best. Thank you.