I describe, suddenly feeling scared

and tried to summon sense and sensibility

after scrambling to stand upright

with all my might.

 

Otherwise titled

recalling taking a fall

about five years ago

ala Humpty Dumpty impersonation

(and nearly cracking me noggin),

think the character

in an English nursery rhyme

opened to countless interpretations,

even resorting to ask Reddit for

"ChatGPT, to finish

the Humpty Dumpty poem... Oh god..."

which complete computer generated

Using the same prompt, here's what I got.

 

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

 

In the shadows of dusk, where the darkness does creep, Lay shattered the shell, in a silence so deep. His yolk, a grim specter, did mournfully weep, As whispers of sorrow through the night air did seep.

 

The ravens did gather, with eyes cold as stone, As echoes of tragedy chilled to the bone. The wall, now a relic, of sins long atone, Held secrets of nightmares, forever unknown.

 

His fall from the heights, a descent into gloom, Left naught but despair in the heart of his tomb. The king's men retreated, consumed by their doom, For Humpty now rests in the darkened room. As told once upon time helloo

from me matt chew

most previous poem ugh goo,

viz freak accident found ninety

degree angled desk corner (ewe

might not bull heave)

rammed, impaled, fricasseed

smack dab skew

whirred spitting out

fluid on rotisserie

 

preparatory for stew

right side rib cage

quite agonizing boo boo

intermittent pain analogous

to dull stabbing

finds yours truly nsync with moo

wing cow word le lion hoo

ping to schedule medical appointment

come thee morrow,

this klutz he did brew,

 

or maybe ghastly conspiracy

courtesy Spiro Agnew

hmm... possibly global warming

ha... puff... imagine dragon

retracting dagger type,

claws, and opening jaws of steel

eyeing thyself as main course on menu

damning self, aye packed

especially when standing askew

(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)

 

struck by poison arrow unleashed

no Inca ling how

indigenous people of Peru

found their way linkedin

with this Yahoo,

he swiftly strayed

outside Gulliver's travels

into good n plenti boulevard

of broken dreams

 

essentially, one direction avenue

mixed within gibberish goulash stew

wing conglomeration

trumped courtesy "fake" parvenue

he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue

for aforementioned stream

of consciousness and drew

whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.

Adieu... from mister MaGoo.