A poem about stairs
Stairs,
The bane of my existence
The cause for my anger in the morning
The reminder that no matter how in shape I am
I will never make it up the stairs
With a full set of lungs
Everyday, I am reminded
That I am practically a 95-year-old asthmatic
I hate stairs
It’s an excellent work out
Builds the hammies,
The quads,
You might even get a nice butt,
But how worth it is it
When by the time I make it to the top
My lungs have collapsed
Ban the stairs
Ban them all!
Hits : 1471Ella is a senior at Watkins Mill High School, and Associate Editor and Photography Director for The Current. Ella connects deeply with Regina George from...