We discover other functions
Of a table during a caution
Hiding underneath it and on top
We sneak between the poles as it pops
It is fair to say, like sun goes out
For another day we run from fight.
A creeping object was on our coach
Thinking it was a brown cockroach…
Many options ran in speed of light
As a response to the flight and fright
Most times we try to shoe running horse
Instead of crosschecking before us.
Swift as a jet, we went on both heels
Funny, but it was an onion peel
At that point, we acted on false alarm
While running, we almost broke an arm
At the end of the day we then smiled
At our stupidity, don’t ask why.