MY BOWL

The bowl is on the floor

The bowl is on the floor

I cannot eat my dinner like that

They know it well this simple fact

It is not wrinkle, crazy or fad

A floor placed bowl is simply bad

I know this because I once had

To leap away to save myself

From injury or something else

Just as nasty, heaven knows

The fear inside me grows and grows

So refuse to eat if on the floor

And instead run for the door.