When you touch me,
I'm set off like a top,
pulled by a string,

spinning and spinning,
so fast I can't stop,
round and round
yet
straight as an
arrow,
balancing hard on
one toe,
grinning and spinning
with the illusion I'm still,

Until I
wobble and bobble,
you watching me grovel,
cheering and sneering
until I
stumble and hobble,

topple and fall.