I Could Have Dropped My Croissant

The fright flew

through the air.

Propelled preposterously 

towards his croissant.

Sent it cascading,

tumbling from his plate.

The weight

of carbohydrates. 

Hits the staircase, 

falling from grace.

Oh, what a waste!


Conor Giblin (he/him) is an aspiring poet from Manchester, UK. He likes to read poetry that makes him gasp out loud + spends most of his time obsessing over new music and watching Drag Race. You can follow him on Instagram @conor.co.uk and on Twitter @conorjgiblin.

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