Eventually, this game has to have its own poem, right? 😉
The Ground Is Lava
Don’t touch the ground, whatever you do
You’ll be burned by what’s there and you’ll die
And I’d keep to the couches if I were you
Or the end of your short life is nigh
The ground is now lava
The flooring is molten
The carpet is broiling hot.
Tie together a pillow raft
Scoot in a chair
Escape with whatever you’ve got
Socks won’t protect you and shoes will not save
The lava will burn through them all.
Balancing on the wall trimming works for a bit
Just be careful and try not to fall.
Climb up the stair rail
Slide on old toys
Make a safe path with baskets and books
Scootch away in a laundry bin
Row with a spatula
Don’t be fooled by the floor’s harmless looks
And if, heaven forbid, you do happen to fall
Your body falls splat on the ground . . .
I don’t think that counted
Guys, that wasn’t fair. We need to just restart the round.
And this just made me laugh too hard:
Hope you liked it!