#119 Is in Corrugated Cardboard Country

I laid down

In my normal non-corrugated world

On my soft big bed

Where I lay curled

But, in the morning

I open my eyes and I see

A corrugated cardboard tree

I look around, I look down

And I see a corrugated cardboard me!

The world has changed

Everything is brown and paper-y

I look around

And it’s the same as far as I can see

I’m confused

So I put on my cardboard clothes

And sat down to breakfast

Cardboard food just adding to my woes

I’m determined to figure all this out

So I hop on my cardboard bicycle

And I head out

Past all the signs saying to recycle

Seeing brown corrugated cardboard things

Zipping by me, as I pedal by

Everything is pretty normal

Except it’s all made of cardboard, I give a sigh

As I pedal along

I hear a crack of thunder

And I suddenly wonder

What will happen when I get wet?

The raindrops fall

With a pitter and a patter

Getting everything damp and spongy

Everything that might matter

Suddenly I don’t feel so good

I feel all wavy and sway-ey

My corrugations have gone flat

The bicycle and myself go down with a splat

I lay in the middle of the road

Soaking up water like a blotter

Falling apart

Knowing that I’m now just recycling fodder

Next time, I want to be a corrugated cardboard butterfly