Shaken Scraper
Tall I stand, proud and in my full glory,
all eyes on me, and I love the attention.
Ah, the wind!
The breeze is lovely, I'm comfy up here,
all in my glory.
Wait, a noise, and a shaking I perceive!
It's coming faster, faster, and I hate the feeling.
Oh, the pain!
The hurting of my glass breaking,
this shaking I perceive.
My, I'm falling now, becoming short!
I'm going down, down, and I see the destruction.
No, please stop!
The lovely city view is disappearing,
while all the time I'm becoming short.
And now, I'm on the ground, ruined.
I'm no longer the tallest, nor the proudest.
Well, that's life!
The city will have to do without me,
the quaker has the scraper ruined.
*RinRin*
I left a flower on the doorstep, a weed that still remembers me.