I hesitate to bring light to an awkward situation. <br />It is not a topic for casually shared conversation. <br />The circumstances were modestly horrendous… <br />The consequences could have been tremendous. <br /> <br />The time was getting more deficient by the second. <br />Preparing for an occasion that urgently beckoned. <br />Pressed clothes awaited. I proceeded to the shower. <br />I must be completely ready to leave within the hour. <br /> <br />The relaxing spray must be short as anxiety doubles… <br />Rinsing from my head, a crown of shampoo bubbles. <br />With a nimble step, from the bathtub I did tread… <br />My foot slipped and a sudden fear flooded my head. <br /> <br />With a falling motion, I knew I could not slow or stop… <br />Ungracefully, my derrière struck the floor with a plop. <br />Unfortunately, my surprised noggin hit the flusher tank. <br />Still conscious and able, the Lord I did immediately thank. <br /> <br />Luckily, there was no need for broken bone realignment. <br />My shy pride survived, after clumsily nullifying refinement. <br />Today, I learned that a person should never be in a rush. <br />Slippery feet with no bathmat can cause a bruising blush.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/embarrassing-2/
