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7.25 Ways To Fall MAG
When running along, veer right into a wall,
Gasp, break the breaks, clearly appalled,
Like the girl sitting underneath the ripe apple tree,
Looking upwards – and bam. It suddenly hit me.
Cartwheels, roundoffs, walkovers, oh my!
Up in the air, my body can fly!
But as soon as my hands had to go off the mats,
words weren’t enough – simply, splat.
Dribbling a ball up to the hoop,
Hoping (and gloating) on the winning scoop,
I leap and I soar, but to each up is a down,
needless to say, we didn’t win (with a frown).
Turning and turning and turning to no end,
(for just one fouette turn simply doesn’t contend),
As I lost my spot, I fell to the ground,
Which had zero spring for me to rebound.
“Land an axel,” she asked,
“It’ll be fun,” she masked.
I went up like dice,
and flopped straight on the ice.
Punt punt! Kick kick! Aren’t I sweet?
Like a Peanuts cartoon, minus OP feet,
And like Lucy: “Hold the ball,” he said.
And like Charlie, I landed smack bam on my head.
In practice, I was gold,
my volley skills so untold,
Spike it! Bump it! Set it … Go!
I’m gonna se-e-e-e-re … whoa.
I was walking up the stairs, didn’t know how –