My head

You know what you did that made me dizzy?

You, yesterday, ran around super busy,

And you swept my head off its feet.

There was no mess, it was pretty neat.

You knocked the podium with your arm,

My head fell down and set off the alarm.

The platinum legs that hold it standing,

Did nothing at all to smoothen the landing.

My forehead banged on the marble floor,

And I rolled with my ear to the door.

I don’t mind, you know that I’m dead.

But it filled your guests with dread.

They tried to roll their luggage inside,

But me in the wheels, they didn’t glide.

It’s pretty rare to have a skull in the cogs,

But at least it entertained their dogs.

So, all in all, my dizziness aside,

The slobbering and fright was not a good ride.

In the near future, if you can,

Be less hurried, my dear man.