I got trapped on a friend’s balcony last week. It was an embarassing experience.
My Plight on a Balcony

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I feel somewhat embarrassed
And I’ve realised I’m old.
I was visiting a friend
Who was suffering with a cold.
I thought I’d take her flowers
And going shopping for some food.
She’d been stuck indoors a while
And was feeling quite subdued.

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I had not seen her flat
Which had a lovely harbour view.
She showed me all the rooms
And my admiration grew.
She thanked me for the flowers
And told me what she needed,
So with my trolley in my hand
To the shops I then proceeded.
I descended the stairs quite spritely
For a lady of a increasing years
But I had not noticed something
That almost brought forth shameful tears.
The door I had gone out of
And closed carefully behind me
Was not the one I’d entered
And I was trapped on a balcony.
There was no way back inside
And I hadn’t got my phone.
I was stuck outside the block
All embarrassed and alone.
I could not climb the fence
With my trolley in my hand,
And two men were chatting down below
So hidden I had to stand.
Half an hour had passed by
When they finally went to leave,
And through a gap beneath the fence
My ample form I had to heave.
My body was then hanging
A metre or more from the ground,
So I shut my eyes and prayed
As I dropped without a sound.
Feeling bruised and mortified,
I glanced around to see
If anyone had noticed
My plight on the balcony.
But fortunately I saw no one
And I continued in disarray.
But I’ll always be more careful
To exit buildings the right way.
Christine Ramsay
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