Oops!

  Oops!

I pulled up to the STOP sign
Not another car in sight
So, I didn’t bother stopping
Oops! A ‘ticket’ I can’t fight!
I was headed for the table
With ‘my’ hodge-podge galore
When my trick-knee buckled
Oops! It all went on the floor!
I was peeling pot-potatoes
When suddenly ‘it’ itches
I cut instead of scratched it
Oops! I’ve got seven secret stitches!
I was standing on the ladder
With no feeling of alarm
On top, where it says ‘No Step’
Oops! I’ve got a broken arm!
I wasn’t minding my own business
Too involved in other’s woes
Telling them what they should do
Oops! I’ve got a bloody nose!
It came on all a sudden
I felt a cramp of sorts
Now I know “what thought done”
Oops! I gotta change my shorts!
I was saying how I wear the pants
How I’m the one who runs my life
And, if you’re wondering who’s the ‘boss’
Oops! I hear the wife … !

   D.C. Butterfield

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