I’m told one time I jumped out of a plane;
I must believe it, since I can’t recall
if I at any point enjoyed the fall
or how on earth I came to earth again.

Another time it’s said I bagged a lion,
At least, the beast was dead and I was not,
And I had either passed out or forgot
This hunting deed that would have shamed Orion.

Since then I’ve tried to tread a calmer road
Because I fret that when I reach December
What use such feats be if I can’t remember?
Such pastimes as won’t make my brain implode.

Bassooning, spooning, schooning, tunes and ballooning:
I’m proud to say that none of these cause swooning.

©2006 Michael W. Lucas