The leader fell off the ladder.
Going up or down. Does it matter?
He missed a step and couldn’t stop.
It was his arch. An awful lot.
The day before he took a drink
and saw an elephant in the pink.
But he slipped up before coming down.
A bumpy trip like a clown.
Some saw his wave a great hail.
Others a bye-bye from a snail.
The ladder still teeters and we’ve been taught
to move with pity lest we be caught
between two rungs and be hung.
One being, “It couldn’t happen to me.”
The other, ”Hee-Haw. Tee-He”
Hey! Fling off the ladder and be done!
Ladder Leader
Published in Poetry