Theodore Poem by Phil Soar

I knew a man named Theodore
He isn't with us anymore
He fell through a hole in an upstairs room
When he tripped on a broken wooden broom
With his legs through the floor and his buttocks stuck
It didn't give the ceiling a healthy look
His wife shouted up to Theodore
"who left the broom on the upsatirs floor? "
"It was I", said Theodore, kind of sadly
"I think I've damaged the ceiling badly"
His wife left him hanging from the upstairs floor
And sealed the fate of Theodore