Jack was walking down the street,
heading somewhere new.
When out of nowhere hit his head,
a ball of flying goo.
Though shocked, he did not miss his stride,
and moved to wipe his chin.
“I’ll make it where I’m going still,”
he said with a wide grin.
No sooner had he spoke those words
and wiped off all the grime,
into his face, swiftly crashed,
a bigger ball of slime.
This one knocked him off his feet
and right onto the floor.
And though he stood up smiling wide,
it hurt him to his core.
But since he now knew when to duck,
the gunk he could avoid.
The next time any flew his way,
he wouldn’t be destroyed.