Humiliation - Poem by Justin Reamer
What is there to forget?
You feel those butterflies in your stomach,
When someone drops the net.
You feel a baseball hit your face,
You turn red as they laugh,
You have a crush on a girl,
But one reveals your secret,
You cross your fingers,
You pay no attention to where you're going,
You stumble and you fall,
And land on your face;
You blush, you smile,
My friend was backing while conversing,
And was paying no attention,
He tripped and fell,
Got baptised twice,
My friend had an upset stomach,
But he tried to hold it,
But somehow, he could not do it,
So he let out a loud toot,
And went into the abyss;
My friend tried to do a slam dunk,
But he missed the basket,
Instead he had an airball,
And went tumbling towards the wall.
Humiliation, what a dreadful thing you are!
If only you did not exist!
Life would be so much better,
If you didn't persist!
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