I ran downstairs and tripped on the carpet,
went tumbling down the rest,
20 steps later I stopped and regret,
the theory of my gravity test.

In my underwear, I wasnt even dressed,
my legs ended up round the wrong way,
I had to scream for help I confess,
and hoped it came today.

I waited a while in pain and quite sore,
but no-one heard my cries,
I crawled through the dog flap on the door,
as it began to rain outside.

I crawled through dog siht and mud to get to my car,
searching madly for my keys,
then I realised I wouldn't get far,
because there upstairs in my jeans!

D.A. Woods

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haha-4/