.7. Head Banger Poem by David Threadgold

.7. Head Banger



Falling, falling
Help I’m calling
Broken bones
On hard stone walling

Not so good
Bright red blood
Drips from wall
Where once I stood

Need a hand
Cannot stand
Feeling sick
Not so grand

Getting manic
Start to panic
I went down
Just like Titanic

Watching clock
Now in shock
Having cracked
My head on rock

Next a shout
I pass out
Help is coming
Without doubt

Throbbing head
Woke in bed
Wishing I’d stayed
Off wall instead


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 24 September 2008

Hope this wasn't you my friend - but told with the flair and flow of a real writing pro. From me a certain 10. fondly from Fay.

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Joseph Poewhit 19 September 2008

Poetry has a witty wacky way about it

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