Author’s Note: when first I wrote Unnecessary Risk, I could have sworn I had already written a poem by that name. I didn’t find it, so went ahead with it. But I stumbled upon the first one recently, so here it is, unedited, almost exactly seven years later after I first wrote it.
The thrill of unnecessary risk
Flows through my mind quite brisk
I can hear you now saying tsk-tsk.
Into my life I fold it with a wisk.
From the height of the stairs I leap. But the landing angle’s too deep, So I catch the concrete, sow then reap. My knees are grated, but my speech needs no bleep.
I roll, my “ouch” uttered, pick up my hat. A quick check of my knees; blood does not yet mat. I look around and find no one around —drat! I’ll be the last on the bus, so I fly like a bat.