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GIDDY HEIGHTS

When asked to make a parachute jump,
It wasn't fair to me.
I'd rather go hang gliding,
while traveling, Underneath the sea.

I cannot make a parachute jump,
No need to feel so blue.
I get to be to dizzy,
Just looking at my shoes.

Some that make a parachute jump,
Say it feels superb.
But I always get to giddy,
Stepping off the kerb.

When I was young and foolish,
And really full of pep,
I recant the story of the day,
I jumped off the bottom step.

I once tried to make a parachute jump,
It was the only thing to do.
I crept up very quietly,
Then I shouted boo.

I could never make a parachute jump,
It's plain for all to see.
I could never make a parachute jump,
It's just not scared of me.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley