It started with a glance and a fall
diving on the floor to crawl
oh how his legs felt so small,
followed by a thud on the wall
his insides dizzied like a brawl
his life was on a stall
quickly nothing but him was tall
he was, perhaps on a roll.
but then a vacant call
from a lady cannonball,
bearing a slew of dreary ashfall
wrapped in tangerine-flavored rainfall
oh the brutality of this brunette squall.
left him leaning on a drywall,
remembering the memory of it all–
his adoration in hollowed halls.
I suck at rhymes, by the way.