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In the wrong place, when nature calls
Can't walk, have to run, then I fall.

Across the floor, into the wall
Don't like it one bit, not at all.

I bruise my tush and then I bawl
I can't stand up, I have to crawl.

I really feel like a meatball
When out on the floor, I do sprawl.

Don't like it one bit, not at all
In the wrong place, when nature calls.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.1/2005

Trying a different form, using all the same end rhyme. :o)
Lots of fun. ;o)