Poem: Trying to Touch My Nose (with my toes)

by Ruth Martin-Maude

My Mother said, “You shouldn’t”
Dad said, “You might fall”
my Brother bet I couldn’t
I said, “I’ll show you all”

I steadied on my right
bent my left leg at the knee
and lifted up my foot
very care-ful-ly-y-y

I must’ve lost my balance
I landed in a heap
“Someone call an ambulance!”
I heard my mother weep

Doctor, help me please!
Will you pull out my toes?
I fear I have to sn-e-e-eze
and they’re stuck right up my nose!

A – A – A – A-CHO!
They’re Out!

© 2001 Ruth Martin-Maude All rights reserved.

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