Bummer: A Silly Poem


Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled.

Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb –

it would have been better to land on my tum!

At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread –

though fat and well-rounded and recently fed.

He tried to roll over – to get off his bum,

but, finding it rooted, he called for his mum.

His mum, she walked past him, befuddled on rum,

and poor man, he lay there, until he was dead!

In time, where he’d fallen, the ground was his bed.

Next, in that same spot, grew a tree – plump and red!


Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, June 2019


Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay.


Please see other posts, relating to trees, by Jay Cool:

The Hidden Life of Trees: Book Review

Quantum Coupling: A Short Story

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: