The hoarse horse
Keeps running, tripping, falling
And the angry jockey forces him
To get up, run and trip and fall
And get up again
Muscular contractions manifest
Bones mould into unnatural shapes
Hooves hurt, the horse won't run
They say, he's just stubborn
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Fantastic figurines showed pretty faces made of porcelain until they fell from the shelf
Their hollow heads revealing emptiness beneath the breakable material
And their fluffy bodies now lie amidst a thousand pieces
On the floor
Who's got the glue
And patience
To fix this puzzle
And put all the pieces back together
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful
Should've, could've, would've been more careful