A Slam Poem
The time of year to hang up lights
Everyone trying to show the neighborhood that they’re the best!
Be the best at Christmas, hang up those lights, decorate that yard!
Candy canes, inflatables, and so many lights!
Lights, lights lights! Hang up all the lights!
But oh, you’re too short to reach the roof
Fear of failure creeps upon you, you can’t let the neighbors win
You must hang those lights, no matter the cost
Walking swiftly to the garage, a ladder is spotted in the corner
“OH JOY” you yell; the ladder will save your Christmas yet
Bring it outside, step up swiftly and start hanging those lights
Progress is made, your house looks great!
The ladder isn’t happy…
OH LADDER, NO, NOT NOW
The ladder shakes and bends
You struggle to find balance, but it’s too late
The lights are almost done, but the ladder won’t hold any longer
Down, down, down you fall
Off the ladder and into the bushes below
You look up sadly
Anger, hate, wrath, all the feelings being felt
Only the ladder is to blame for this
“I trusted you” you scream
The ladder sits in silence, not caring
The neighbors win, Christmas is lost
The lights were never finished, you could’t get back up
Falling off the ladder was too much, it was over
All because of the ladder
Silly, dumb, strange ladder