With toothy maw and goofy grin,
The jabber-jaw man tumbled gently in
He came to rest, dust clouds and all
By the solid oak desk, more a solid oak wall
While his forehead was pressed
The pain it progressed
Till his brain was aflame
Like a fiery ball
But no sooner stopped, than gleefully started
Flat forehead and oak were ingracefully parted
With toothy maw and goofy grin
The man tumbled out as he'd tumbled in.