'The things I bump in to' Oh the things I bump into Not just coz I'm tired I'm clumsy like a foal And stumble like a child When my forehead smacks umbrella It makes my old man laugh I'd probably lop my head off If wasn't held on with warm scarf Most days it's my bed frame You think I'd know by now Floppy body is to blame Doesn't know it's space somehow You see my poor proprioception* Leads to awful misconception When I think I'm miles away Wouldn't dare get in my way Sometimes when I fall I think my time is nigh Another bump in to the wall Months of bruise upon my thigh So now if you see me stumble It might not be the drink Even sober take a tumble Wonky body is the link 'The things I bump into' © Victoria Payne *https://www.brainbalancecenters.com/blog/2015/08/proprioception-explained/ https://m.facebook.com/groups/Poemsbyvictoriapayne/