Tripped Up the Wall

Tripped up the wall
He said
On Tuesday afternoon
After feeding the cat.

Didn't see it coming
He said
It must have been the lampshade
Distracting him.

And how the caterpillar laughed
On his tangerine bed among the
Singing tapioca melodies
From the washing machine.

And how the basin smiled
In sudsy joy, the blind crow turned a cheek
While his wife made off
With the blue tit. 

I said he should blame the cat.
For cats do such things
With feet
And walls.

I said he should demonstrate
How he fell up the wall
But, said he, it's rather tricky
To re-enact
In a straight-jacket. 

The End

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