1 June

June Contribution from Kirsten Krone-Wilson.

The danger of loose Cobblestones

Across the bridge and down the lane;

plodding on dogged with an empty brain;

came a wise and experienced granny;

pushing her basket on top of her trolley;

and upon a cobble all loose but unseen;

she tripped and fell and cracked her bean.

One casualty, however, is never enough;

so along came a schoolmarm all hearty and tough;

looking around her for truants and rag;

head in the sky, her foot caught a snag.

Tumbling forward she fell on her face;

and lay there unmoving: a terminal case.

Next came a child, out to enquire and play;

but finding two bodies, chose not to stay.

She turned on her heel and her heel turned on her;

her ankle sprained and she fell to the floor.

Her neck caught nanny's trolley which stopped her head's fall;

and she lay on the cobbles as still as a doll.

Lastly, up to the scene toddled an infant;

At two foot tall the cobbles weren't distant;

And unsteady on her feet she was ready to fall;

So the pot-holes posed her no danger at all;

She looked at the corpses, confused and not knowing;

Why they didn't look where they were going.