I was standing tall
when many of them saw
what was going up the wall
in the study with a persistent crawl.

What should be done?
It could kill us all
because it weighs a ton.
We’d be crushed if it would fall.

Should we play ball?
Should we make a call?
But many of us had the gall
to stand around and stall.

Now the thing which was going up the wall
no longer did have a zest in its crawl.
It did die
from the eye with a sty.

Oh that is a pity
in this small forgotten city.