BOING BOING BOING

Boing-boing-boing.

I’m jumpinging on my bed.

It drives my parents crazy,

And fills them with dread

They’re afraid I’ll hit the ceiling,

And make a hole with my head.

Or by jumping up and down,

Someday I’ll break my bed.

“No jumping on the bed,” they say,

"It’s not a trampoline.”

But as soon as they leave the room,

I revert to a jumping machine.

Well my parent’s fears were justified.

Their predictions proved true .

I hit the ceiling with my head,

And poked a hole clear through.

Then with an aching head,

I  landed on my bed.

The frame broke in two,

And my parent’s faces turned red.

Now my jumping days are over,

I don’t jump anymore.

Since I broke my bed,

I’m sleeping on the floor.

Michael D. Schafer

© July 16, 2017