My Baby Sister, Mercedes, tumbled down the Stairs and wept uncontrollably.
I, Clifford, lost my balance on the Gymnastics Beam and ascended the Mat
(The Gymnasium could not contain my bitter tears and echoes of sorrow).
Our Father, Sixto, fell at the top of the Stairs ~ spilling Milk ~ Awestruck.
Our Mother, Virginia, also tumbled down the Stairs and hyperventilated.
The Heavens haven't been the same, since all of U.S. fell down to Israel.
