Night fell and bruised his arm
One sunny day in June.
Day was running of light
And night had to take over soon.
Night was very nervous
And he asked “What shall I do?”
As it turns out, no one cared at all
That night was black and blue.
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Color, Humor, Injury, Nightfall, Poetry
Enter your Email address to receive updates on the latest travesties.
Join 1,297 other followers