Saturday I was straight trippin
Itching to get my summer clothes
Went to my parents to search for robes
Found a bunch of sundresses to my delight
Little did I know I almost didn’t survive the flight (of stairs, doesn’t rhyme)
The pile of Forever 21 dresses lay in my arms
Barefoot, no socks to slip on
I approached the top of the stairs like I was pro
Been walking since I was 1, not to brag, yo
Made it down one step and much to my surprise
I almost had an untimely demise
I tripped then stopped then started again
When I looked up I was at the very end
I started to cry, man I started to scream
My dad found me face down in the stream (of blood, doesn’t rhyme)
My nose is bruised, my forearm broke
But I refused the ER, a $500 premium ain’t no joke
Been a few days and I’m all rusty and sore
This blog’s titled nine lives so again I endure
Can’t kill the Berg, can’t get her down
Maybe this summer I’ll up and drown!
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