Sliding through the coffee table, I shout, “Oh no, I’m stuck!”
My significant other tickles me as I wriggle to be free.
In my struggle, the top of the coffee table comes loose.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks; there are many tears.
Tag: coffee table
Idle Feet
Sliding around on the DVD cases, hoping that I will catch your eye.
You don’t look at me, so I put olive oil on the soles of my feet.
I hit the coffee table and fly into your knee; now you see me.
C & K 