As I raised up in the shed
I conked my head
Then I must of fell to the ground
And for some reason I thought I was dead
But soon I was a woke
By the sound of some laughter
Both my mom and wife was laughing
About how hard I had hit that rafter
Then I slowly got up
And staggard as if I was drunk
Then rubbed the top of my head
And found a big ol lump
I was just checking on my dogs
giving them water and feed
If my head wasn't so hard
It might have started to bleed
I have to walk in there
With my head in a crook
Some might think I was headless
If they just got a quick look
So watch out for those rafters
Don't let my warning be in vain
Always stay low around them
Or you'll also feel the pain
wrote 10/25/2007 by Norman Hale Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem