Since the first poem I posted today was really more about laziness than clumsiness, I’m posting another one about genuine physical clumsiness. It is borrowed from an old Smiley Burnett skit. All these years later, and although I’ve grown to hate limericks, I’ve never forgotten this one. I guess we’ll forgive him for repeating a rhyme, since it is used in two connotations.
There once was a feller named Hall
Who fell in the spring in the fall.
‘Twould have been a sad thing
If he’d died in the spring,
But he didn’t, he died in the fall.
Thd prompt word today was “Clumsy.”