Three coffee cups my mother loved
lie shattered on the floor.
Three ripe tomatoes splattered
when they hit the kitchen door.
Three jumbo eggs are scrambled.
But they’re not on a plate.
Three loaves of bread are crumbled.
I’ll use the crumbs for bait.
Three Barbie dolls have lost their heads.
Three pepper mills are smashed.
Three goldfish died while doing flips.
Three model airplanes crashed.
Three lettuce heads unraveled.
Three onions came unpeeled.
My parents didn’t know who did it
till my sister squealed.
My parents are befuddled.
They think that I’ve gone nuts.
But there’s a simpler explanation:
I’m a juggling klutz.
Text © Bruce Lansky, reprinted from Miles of Smiles, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
Click the cover below for more information or to buy the book.